Composition & conversation
Emily Tang(495200093)
Instructor: Beatrice
Date: Oct. 13. 2006
“ The death of my friend”
When I was an elementary school student, my best friend’s family had encountered a terrible tragedy. Her sisters and mother, including herself, was killed in an air crash. At that time, no one dared to inform me in a direct way because I was bad at controlling my emotions . Out of kindness, they chose to tell me in a concealing way, even did they make a white lie to tell me that my friend was just applying for a long term sick leave.
As we lived in the same community, we took the same school bus after class. She would sit next to me near the window, sharing interesting experiences or sorrows with me. But, most of the time, she just listened. without her, I felt so lonely and incomplete, as though something has been torn away from my body.
How did I finally know the truth? It was about half a year later, when time had gradually diluted the sorrow of people and they had the courage to raise this issue again. Some of my classmates started to talk about her tragedy. And I was too defenseless to accept her dark fate. At that moment, I couldn’t do anything but stood rigidly. Something strange started to climb up through my spine, something cold and nameless. It silently swallowed the light. The scene in front of me became darker and darker, just like night had suddenly descended from a blue, shiny sky. I did not cry, or even say a word. Because a deep sadness had totally filled me up, deprived all my power and also made my words ran dry.
After that day, I started to dream of her, including the moment she died, torn into pieces and could nearly hear her scream. I couldn’t stop wondering why a good person should die a relentless death. In my opinion, she would be the last person who deserve it.
Though I have grown up, the shadow of her death still haunted me. Time has eased my sorrow, of course, but some part of me have also been taken away, eternally buried by my friend’s death. Hard to describe what it is, but it turned strong sadness into numb.
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