Journal 3

It was around 6pm last night. Everything was very still, almost soulless, we were all bored at the dormitory. To spend the night, we decided to play a game of cards. We were all having a good time, things weren’t boring anymore. Until a roommate received a call. The look on his face changed, he turned paled. And without saying anything, he hung up the phone.

We were all worried, we didn’t know what had happened. As we were looking at each other, thinking about every possible thing that could have happened, he finally spoke.

“Tima was found dead an hour ago.”

The time seemed to stop. A few seconds, during which our minds were processing what was just said, seemed like hours.

Tima, a mutual friend of ours had died that night as we were playing. A sad feeling overcame us. No one was excited about the game anymore. I threw the cards to one side and leaned against the wall. I lit a cigarette almost instinctively, without thinking about doing it. She was a nice girl, I thought. And my mind took me back to all those memories I had with her. All those talks, fights and arguments, laughter. And just like that, they were all gone. SHE was gone.

The remaining hours of that night were torture. We couldn’t do anything but to think about her, about losing her, and more important than that, our lives. How untrustworthy our lives are, how one second we are completely ok and the other second we could be dead. What would happen to the people we love if we die?

That night was one the saddest nights in my life. I hope we all get to enjoy our lives before it’s too late. And may she rest in peace.