Death

I always asked myself: why do people die? Where do people go when they die? Why is there death? What is death? It hammered again in my head. I was leaning against a headstone a little far from the grave where a burial was taking place. I never liked to be near the coffin, to see the person who hours ago was alive, with his body warm and cheerful, now lying in a wooden cushion and upholstered, cold, distant, expressionless, dead. I felt tears streaming down my eyes and then wiped them away with the cloth of my coat. My mother called me to approach the coffin, but I quickly denied it. I looked down so they wouldn't see my teary eyes. When I looked up again, a black-clad being with a hooded face was in front of me, staring at me as if there was something interesting or strange about me. I was startled, but he kept looking at me. He kept looking at me. I started to bother. "Are you going to keep looking at me?" I asked fearfully for the look in his eyes. He frowned. "You are in front of me, boy." "Are you talking to me?" he asked. "No. With my grandma." I replied sarcastically. He laughed. A scandalous, hideous and sarcastic laugh. "Finally, a person who can see me!" he raged. "Speak quietly." "Do you think they can hear me? Do you think they can see me?" he dealt a blow to my mother. I thought I was going to hurt you, but nothing happened. Like when we touch the leftovers, but nothing happens. In his case, the shadow touched us, but she only felt chills. He laughed again "Only you can see me." "Should I feel special?" "No. You are not special to me. Nor to anyone." Those words weighed on me so much that it felt like I took a shower like cold water with ice cubicles just to make it worse. "You just think, why do they all stay here? Why did they die? It's because all your effort bears the burden. And what God gives, God can also take away. Your life is an example. And that bears what I stand for. : the death." "Look how beautiful." I said sarcastically "As I was lucky, Death now comes to see me." I crossed my arms. He walked at a slow pace to my mother. She was near the coffin, and crying. He positioned himself behind her as a shadow, but that does not follow the movements of matter in front of her. "With just one movement I can take the soul out of a body ..." somehow, he gently placed a lock of my mother's hair behind her ear "Just as I can spare, but only when God gives me the command. Other than that, I can only weaken someone ... "he looked at the dead man in the coffin and looked back at me. I was afraid. His cold, distant look made me take a step back, and then, when I blinked my eyes, he disappeared. I didn't know if it was real or if it was just my mind playing tricks on me. I ignored it and continued watching the funeral. When I saw it, they had already closed the coffin. I would never see his face again, never again. Only in photos and memories, videos and voice recordings on my cell phone, but I wanted him alive, in front of me, hugging and comforting me once again. 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ After the funeral, we went home. My mother did not want to stay at my grandmother's house with our family members asking thousands of questions and talking about him. She wanted to stay in the silence of the house and sleep in the bed that was now empty and bigger for her. I finished tidying up the room, came back with the sofa against the wall and finished sweeping into the yard. I went down the hall and went to the kitchen. She was doing the dishes. I asked if she wanted help, but she denied it, without even looking at my face. I sat down on one of the dark wooden chairs. Suddenly, she clapped her hands on the sink and hunched. Her movements, almost imperceptible, on her shoulders made it very clear that she was crying, but without silence. "Mother?" "I'm fine." she lied, her voice choked with tears, but she didn't turn to me. "No it's not." I insisted. "Hilary, it's late. Go to sleep." "But the lady ..." "Go!" she started to cry, but it was clear. She cried that he was no longer alive. She missed him. I left the kitchen and walked to my room. I did nothing more, lay down on the bed and dozed off. I could not sleep. I took out my cell phone from under my pillow and turned it on to check the time. It was almost four in the morning. The artificial light from the cell phone made my eyes burn. I decreased the brightness of the cell phone screen and set it aside. "And all the firstborn in the land of Egypt will die," I heard a low voice, echoing through the walls of my room "from the firstborn of Pharaoh, who would sit on his throne, to the firstborn of the servant who is behind the millstone, and all the firstborn of animals. " it was a scary whisper ... I curled up on the bed and tried to cover my ears, but out of fear, my strength was not enough to avoid that voice. I closed my eyes tightly "And it happened at midnight that the Lord struck all the firstborn in the land of Egypt, from the firstborn of Pharaoh, who sat on his throne, to the firstborn of the captive who was in prison , and all the firstborn of the animals. Because it happened that, by making Pharaoh hard, so as not to let us go, the Lord killed all the firstborn in the land of Egypt, from the firstborn of man to the firstborn of animals; therefore I sacrifice to the Lord all the firstborn, being male; but to all the firstborn of my children, I rescue. " After it stopped, I opened my eyes and was startled. It felt like my heart was going to come out of my mouth for a second. That hooded being was in front of me, looking at me. My life was like a horror movie at that time. He laughed, quietly "I like that bible passage. The angel of death appears. The tenth is the last plague that God sent to Egypt for the stubbornness of Pharaoh, who did not let the Hebrew people go. He only had one option for him to leave. let it out: the son's death. "He continued speaking, in a soft voice and smiled. "Why are you in my room?" I asked, startled. "Because I've been alone a lot lately. I need company." he walked around the room "A person who could talk to me, because they can never. The only thing I do is take lives or give them back with the will of God. I am active at all times, I cannot stop. Humans themselves cannot continue for that to stop. They want the death of others in order to survive and that is what disgusts me a lot. " "Even I wish that, sometimes." "But they never stop. It's no use." he turned to me sharply "Have you ever heard of the seven deadly sins? Wrath, greed, laziness, gluttony, pride, envy and l**t? All these sins cause death!" he started walking again "Let's start with anger. With anger, you are angry, obviously, you feel like killing someone, right? So let's say you kill. Anger causes deaths. Avarice. You want to have everything more than you need and gives nothing, there’s nothing left for those who need it. And that person who needs it dies! Laziness, you can even say: what’s so bad? I can even give you an example Someone is about to fall from a canyon, but you are lazy and the person falls from the canyon. He dies. Gluttony. Obviously! You eat and eat a lot! There is no food left for those in need! And that person dies of dehydration and You’re too proud, but you love someone, but you don’t want to admit that you love that person because you’re very beautiful, very beautiful, very intelligent, very rich, very happy. two die without knowing without that person knowing if you loved them. Envy ... 'Envy kills', a lot people talk. It is true. An example: Cain and Abel. Already read? Abel was used a lot by God, she was happy, God was happy with him and one day, out of envy, her brother, Cain, killed him. l**t ... I see that a lot. It is to cling to material or s****l things. I don't need examples, look around you! And tell me if I'm lying. I'm not, because I see it every single day! Humanity will never change. And I know you notice that too. Wars, conflicts, prejudices, everything. " "No, she won't. I'm used to it." I shrugged, agreeing with his argument. "I also lost hope." he disappeared in the darkest corner of my room. I went back to bed. I stayed up all night, thinking. What he said was true. The seven deadly sins are connected with death. What else is connected with her?