Author's Commentary
This piece was a bit powerful to the friends I showed it to, because it was a real event that affected us. But I want that power to shine through to other readers, as well. Constructive critique would be greatly appreciated.
Could it have been stopped? Maybe. Whether someone could have prevented it with just a few minutes of their time, or if it was inevitable, I’ll never know. As I walked home from a twisted day at school, I realized there were a lot of thing that would evade my knowledge eternally.
I’ll never find out because time only goes forward. You can put the knife back in the drawer, but you can’t make it so that it was never taken out. They can clean up the blood from the bathroom floor, but they’ll never be able to put it back in her veins. It’s over, and time continues to gallop forward like a horse with its blinds.
Sometimes, as you gaze into the dust of the racing track and see what was once a living figure, all you can do is sigh. Maybe you never paid the situation too much attention, and maybe no one else did either. But can you blame us? We’re not psychiatrists, or guidance counselors, or mediums, even. We’re just a bunch of fucking kids, who spent part of a school day fidgeting in our seats because they never told us what happened, just that there was “an emergency.”
I walked away from the school when I was scheduled to be laying out the newspaper, because all the extra-curricular activities had been canceled; they wanted us off the fucking campus. Leaves were browning in the December air, and starting to fall. They drifted slowly downward, around my body. I could’ve caught one, maybe, but I’ll never know now. I didn’t hold my hand out to try.
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