A Short Story by Casey Harvell
© 2013 Casey Harvell
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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
Death is a surreal thing. I’ve seen it slow, I’ve seen it swift, but regardless you are left ill-prepared and in shock. When someone is lost to you, in that unknown eternal slumber, it does not remove them from you. That piece of them, ingrained deep within the core of your being, remains. Instead, you learn to accommodate this extra, ever evolving piece, you learn how to adapt to it. You honor that piece, by emulating choices you imagine their guidance would have pointed you in. Perhaps subconsciously, or maybe not, but it’s there. It remains. Yes, I’ve known death.
When it comes swiftly, it rips its claws tightly around your heart, tearing out all you thought you knew. Leaving you paralyzed, numb, until the shocking pain permeates your core. You cry, scream, curse and pray. You make promises,-deals even. You would gladly give a limb or move a mountain to bring them back to you.
When it comes slowly, it infests all that it touches. The shocking pain, still present, festers in the depths of your soul, prolonged inevitably. A morbid infection, that terrorizes anyone involved. Is it better to be expected? To know it’s coming, to prepare for it, but to anticipate it? Yes, I’ve known death.