Monster

As the night went on, the realities of the world crept into the back of my mind. My beautiful sister, Arya, had taken her last breath exactly a week ago. It was all just overwhelming. How could such a kind soul be taken so early? At only twenty years of age she has a whole life to live and a whole world to change, but now it wasn’t her job to do. If such a sweet, innocent girl could be taken away from a world of people who loved her, is anyone really safe?
I tried to imagine the way she must have felt in her last moments. Maybe she felt regret for not spending time enough time with mom and dad or maybe she felt disappointed for not having the chance to fall in love. Maybe she was angry for not getting to travel to Italy, France, or Spain like she wanted. Maybe she felt pain as the shards glass from the windshield pierced through her skin or agony when the fumes clogged her throat. Maybe she was terrified as the fire devoured her. Maybe she cried because she had to die all alone.

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