A deceased soul.

There was chaos, some infuriating sounds started to get unbearable for me. Yelling, screaming , crying almost as if someone has been set on fire. I got out of my bed and hastened to see what was wrong. It sounded like my mother.

Perturbed, i ran to the living room and saw her sitting helplessly on the floor, crying and shouting my name. ” What is it mom?“I asked but she did not respond. “I am right here mom, what is it?” Again no response.

I rushed to her room and saw my father sitting in a daze staring at an empty wall in front of him. I sat next to him and asked “Why is she crying dad?” He too said nothing. “What is the matter with you too!” This time, Urging him to say something. “No, no he can’t be dead, Adam can’t be dead.” He said before i saw a tear drop flow down his cheek.

DIE! I said to myself. “Is this a joke?!” I yelled and ran towards my room. There i was lying pale over my sheets. Pale, cold and dead.

Shivering and sweating, completely stunned, i looked at my dead self in utter shock. The mourning outside began to increase, the house was now echoing in cries of people calling out my name. The scene of lamentation felt like a dream. “This can’t be it, ” i rushed to my mother “i’m right here mom, look at me, right here before your eyes. I’m sorry mom, i’m sorry for hurting you, for being loud towards you, i love you mom, look at me i am right before you.”

Between all this, nothing felt right. I looked to the sky, “i can make it right, i know i can, just one more chance please.”
Crying my eyes out I heard my father and fell to his knees, “i love you dad, i’m sorry for drinking, i’m sorry for calling you a burden, i’m sorry dad, look at me.” Yet again, all i got was silence.

Just one chance, i beg you. I was in between my cry for forgiveness when a sheer smell distracted me. A pungent nauseating smell, as of a rotten meat. I turned around in distress, my body wrapped in white linen was being taken away.