My friend, where are you?
I am here and I am watching at the flowers. I could not help, just pass a call, as fast as I could. But I knew it was too late.
My friend is lying in the green grass with a red stain on his shirt. He
is smiling, with his eyes open. He is dead. Or is he not? His body
isn’t filled with life anymore. Although he is smiling, he will never
laugh again with me, here on earth. I am looking at his green eyes.
I am sad. Where is he now? Is he still lying here with me or is he
somewhere else? I am looking at the grey clouds. Is he up there in the
sky? I can hear the ambulance coming. Too late. Why is he dead? Just
another gangland thing? A bullet, hitting the wrong target? The other
man, who has been hit on the footpath, is bleeding as well, but he is
alive. He should be dead, not my friend here in the grass.
The stain is growing. His mother is coming. She falls to her son on the
ground, crying. She asks why. Tears are running through her face and
men in white lab coats are running through the grass. It all looks like
a movie, but it isn't one.
I am pushed away by a police officer. I haven’t even noticed their
presence. More and more people are surrounding my friend. Pressmen have
arrived and so have my parents. I am retreating from this site of
crime. Where is he now? He isn’t in this body on the grass anymore. He
will be my friend forever, no matter where he is or what he is.
This bullet could have hit me and I would be the dead body instead of
him. But I was passing the ball to him and then he was running into the
ballistic curve of this bullet. And then I saw the blood. I saw the car
with the killer and I saw the man on the footpath. And I saw my friend
dying. Can I see worse?
I will attend school as if nothing had happened and he will be absent.
I will continue, until maybe one day a bullet will hit me. Then I will
be the innocent victim.
Maybe one day I will see him again, my friend. Maybe then we can
continue our soccer game. Maybe then, we will laugh together again.
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Pierre Heinen.
Published on e-Stories.org on 09/21/2007.