Death

All Evil Has a Consequence

Death has existed since the beginning of time, Adam and Eve, garden of Eden ...

People say that 'death visits them'. Perhaps it is not entirely a lie. Perhaps it is totally true or not. The visit comes and goes, leaving us. So, no, death does not visit them.

They say it takes souls. Perhaps the word 'take' is not right. 'Driving' is more appropriate. But where? Maybe I'll find out later.

As people think, death is not the work of the enemy. In fact, it is from God. Every beginning has an end, but not what is eternal. God gives, God takes away. It is not a choice, it is the end of suffering or the beginning of it.

"Every evil has a consequence." he told me. It is true. It is proved. The salary of sin is death.

He gave me the final judgment. I never quite understood what this event was about. The return of Jesus. The apocalypse. The end of time. I already read this book from beginning to end, I already knew what would happen to it.

It is ironic and clear that they do not want it. For example, the congratulations song, but many also wish it as an escape valve or as a relief for someone else's life.

In some cultures, religions say that it separates the soul from the body and leads them to heaven or hell.

I didn't question anything else. If I read the Bible more and tried harder, maybe I would know the answer, but not in depth.

"Do I look bad to you?" he asked me, walking around my room, slowly, as if every second didn't count for him. Time did not affect him.

"No." I replied, sitting on my bed with the sun's rays reflected in my eyes.

Suddenly, my mother shouted my name. I got scared. I ended up getting lost in my conversation with the angel and didn't see the time go by.

"Cherish it before it's too late." he alerted me again.

I nodded. When I got up from the bed, he was already gone.

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In class, the teacher explained about chemistry. I don't remember the subject very well, because while listening, I heard a loud and scandalous banque that left me deaf for seconds. I looked around and everyone in my room seemed to have heard nothing. I turned to the side and saw the angel standing beside me. I got angry.

"What is it, Hilary?" my best friend, Jamile, asked me.

"I forgot my pencil." lied.

"Lying is horrible." the angel provoked me. I rolled my eyes.

"Isn't your pencil the one inside your case?" Jamile pointed to my case, and there was my pencil. I realized how bad I lie.

"I hadn't even noticed. I've been so distracted." I tried to disguise it.

"So distracted." he teased again.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him, quietly.

"There is no one dying for now. I just wanted to see what you are doing." he leaned next to me and pointed at my teacher in front of me "Your teacher has a stomach tumor, it won't last long if he doesn't seek medical advice." he kept his spine straight and with his index finger touching his lip "Um ... shall we see, does it go up or down in your opinion?"

"I don't know. Do you go down?" I asked, uncertain.

"Let's see. He had relationships with a married teacher years ago, r***d a 15-year-old girl, already robbed a pharmacy to get high. He goes down." I was amazed to know what an elderly person did that was so bad for so long and did not show anything. His wrinkled face only shows how much time has passed for him. "Not everything is as it seems." I have heard this phrase several times, but now it has been proven to be true.

"What face is that, Lary? It looks like you saw a spirit. You look weird."

"I've always been." I shrugged.

"It is even more so. Is it because of your father?"

Unfortunately it was, but I didn't want to let on how much I missed him and still do.

She apologized, I forgave her, but she was carrying the blame. She continues to forgive.

"How about we go out on Saturday?" she turned to me, excited.

"I do not know..."

"Ah, okay." she said, disappointed.

"I said to appreciate it, didn't I?" the angel pressed me, but he was right. I had to continue to value it. Maybe, someday or maybe the next day, she wouldn't be with me anymore.

I sighed "What time?"

"Could it be after lunch?"

I smiled in response and she smiled back.

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The class ended. The exit was smooth ... For the others. I had to put up with the angel walking behind me and trying to talk to me, but I didn't give a damn.

Suddenly, when we pushed through the gate and went to the sidewalk, already relieved that the others had dispersed, he stopped following me and hit the scythe handle on the floor, making a loud noise. It was that in the classroom that made me temporarily deaf.

A girl was walking without looking that the light closed and a truck ran over her. It was so fast and so accurate, certainly no one was able to capture as many images of the scene as I did.

The angel marched to the truck and crouched down to see the dying girl under the cargo vehicle. The Girl tried to leave, her hand still moved, she asked for help. The rear wheel was on her abdomen, crushing it.

As he approached me, he said, "Lack of attention also causes deaths." so my parents always warned me, but I was going to die anyway. It didn't matter how many times I warned myself, sometime I would kick my boots.

"Honor your father and mother, and your days on earth will be extended." he quoted and at the same moment the girl's hand fell on the hot asphalt and the pool of blood formed and ran down near my feet.

The distressed trucker got out of the vehicle with his hands on his head in shock. A girl who passed by took me away from the body and took me to the sidewalk again.

Unfortunately, it happens everywhere. A classmate of mine died near school noon thirty-seven.