Arnold fell into ground. Unconscious.
I take a moment to absorb what just happened in front of me.
Am I dreaming?
Or am I seeing things?
Anyway, it is not the right thing; but what the hell is happening?
I am pretty sure my vision is just blur but not wrong and I did hear the thud of him falling down.
Let just take it as everything I am seeing is correct-
Then nothing is correct anymore.
Why did he fell? Why is he not standing?
The gang members looked as confused as myself.
The dark mist has disappeared-
Thud.
The gang members fell into the ground, proving that Arnold is no longer holding them in air through whichever means he was.
Is he dead?
No. No. No. It cannot be. He cannot be dead. He better not be. My only friend, my only best friend cannot be dead. The only person I feel like myself with CANNOT be dead.
But what if he is?
It cannot be, our friendship was just started two years ago, it cannot be over so fast. He was the only person who made our survival possible. My only companion. He didn't know my past but still accepted me with no complaints. The only person I felt at ease with after my father. The one who made me move on from my father's death without even knowing it.
I don't know anything. I don't understand anything-but he cannot be dead.
Please don't be dead.
It took me too long to feel the sensation of tears that had been rolling down my face with the blood. My eyes were wide open, still taking in what just happened. Staring deep into his body; somehow the body wasn't what I was seeing, it was the memories, the pain, the person.
Crying wouldn't do anything.
I know it but I cannot control myself. I screamed "Arnold" with my all efforts, a part of me-no, the whole me hoping for a response.
Please answer.
I want to hear that sound. I want to hear him say something to me with a big smile. I want him to play pranks on me. I want him to see stars with me like we used to do. I want to dance with him like we used to.
No response.
The tears increased. I thought I had learned to control my emotions.
Just survive Arnold. Please survive. Even if you never talk to me or hate me, just survive. You have to survive.
There's a chance that he is just unconscious.
I have to check. Fast.
I cannot hear to any sound near me, nor do I want to. My body is shaking. Shaking like it never used to.
My throat hurts like hell.
I push my hands in front of me. They are all bloodied. I try to come to my knees with my all efforts.
If I want to see Arnold, I have to do this.
And suddenly, it started raining. Raining like my tears. I breathe rapidly in an effort to control myself. In an effort to breathe out the tension. In an effort to believe it is all just a bad dream. All the blood that covered my body is now flowing in the streets. His blood too is flowing.
If he is not dead, then like this he will die from blood loss.
I finally get to my knees. I walked on my knees to reach him.
Knee after a knee.
Knee after a knee.
Knee after a knee.
Knee after a knee.
My heart stops at the sight of his face.
What they did to him is clearly visible. His face is all bloodied.
I should check.
I go for his breathe.
"Please I beg you, please breathe. Please be alive." My hands tremble dangerously as I reach to check his breathe.
You have got to survive. Survive for my crazy self. For my selfish self.
I beg you, please survive.
My hands finally reach under his nose and-
Nothing.
He is dead.
My only companion is dead.
The person who I feel more at ease than my alive family is dead.
A member of my family is dead.
It cannot be.
I refuse to believe it.
But the reality is reality; he is dead.
The only person who knew my true nature is dead.
I don't know what those punks around us are doing, neither I want to.
I hug him. Hold him in my lap. It hurts like hell but a lot better. I tight my grip.
I face the sky. Face the clouds which are crying just like me. My tears got submerged with the rainwater.
You should have been the survivor, not me.
"Do you remember Arnold, when we …watched the stars together…" I said, waiting for a reply I never got.
All our memories flashed before my eyes.
It was a miracle, how we met.
I was not able to protect my friend.
All because of these punks, if they hadn't come today, we would have been home by now and would be eating and laughing.
They did this to my friend.
But the truth cannot be changed- he is dead.
I screamed as my grip on him got tighter.
He is dead because of me.
I tuck my face towards him and-
Creak-
A sound comes but I was too deep in thought to notice.
I open my eyes and-
We are surrounded by ice.
Those punks are in it.
I lost control of my powers.
I continue to cry.
Continue to remember the time when we were…happy.