The Sorrow of Christmas
My emotions were replaced with sorrow; the start of the Christmas holiday marked the death of my guiltless friend: Farzan Khan. After his departure, I felt the solitary confinement upon me. My internal sentiment, isolated and disheartened from the pain. When my comrade had welcomed demise, defeat, It’s like a star descending from the sky. Tonight my tears fall with soreness, only seen from the distance, how can anyone replace what has just happened. Tomorrow becomes the past, another day forgotten, I can never forget the moment as my heart silently cries, tonight I reminisce the day of torment of the fallen star.
The last day of term had approached swiftly, as I recollect, I remember the senior staff member drew nearer with every step. She positioned herself in front of the whole class and bellowed ‘home time’ like a scream of joy. There was a split second silence. The moment we all had been waiting for to hear. The room had filled with pleasure from the voices of my fellow friends. So strong, that a slight sense of darkness became bright. We scurried from our classroom heading for the gate. As I approached closer, my heart beated like I was running from a cheetah, dodging between people as if I was playing rugby. The playground was occupied with the power of voices, belched with energy, everyone was exhausted from the obstacles of school life, and somehow they found the ability to shout so loud it felt as if a jet was gliding upon my head. From the amazement of the playground, I has arrived home in an instant. I rapidly changed my clothes and started to grind upon a massive feast with my family. As I had finished; I positioned myself upon the couch, unexpectedly the last words of George flashed before my eyes as if he was standing toe-to-toe. I looked around I can only see his innocent soul in front of me. The astonishment had overcome my emotions, I couldn’t believe what had bestowed in front of me. He quietly, said’ this isn’t the way you want to live; but this is how it is’. I questioned ’I don’t understand’, he replied with a voice of peace’ you’ll find out soon’. His voice, a drifting, eternal echo, engraved into the depths of my mind, left me wondering how harsh this world could be; deleting my comrades life from a merciless gunshot.
