Chapter 1:-The Fall
Fear, something I haven't felt in a long time…
Death is what we all have to go through in life. But never in my wildest dreams did I think that I will face it so early in my life...
Memories are the only thing that is with me in the end. Some are good, some bad, and others so worst that I wish I could forget. All of which are flashing before my eyes ...
"Noah " is the name that remained with me for as long as I can remember….
"Noah, I know you will be a good person in life". The Last talk I had with the director of the orphanage I lived. I was too happy to finally leave the place to even see the genuine smile on the face of the director and just say "Thank you, Thank you for everything".
"Noah, I don't think it's working for us " I heard that too many times to count. Time and time I was reminded of the pain in love, yet each time it ended without fail. I never knew what went wrong. Maybe I was too angry to even realize that I should have at least said " Sorry, and thank you for being part of my life "
"Noah, you have to finish this project before the deadline" is the one constant thing I heard without fail every week at my office. After my failed attempts at relationships, I tried something different by working as a software engineer in a company. The only thing I knew there was the endless amount of work which never seems to decrease. Maybe I was too focused on proving myself to even see the reality of the situation and say " No "
By the time I realized it, I was already living a boring, monotonous life. There was nothing to look forward to in life. A day repeating itself again and again till the eventual of my life. But maybe it was the failures in my life that were preventing me from moving forward.
Even some moments before I saw a small girl with her mother on the roadside accidentally reach the road where a speeding truck was coming. Knowing the distance between me and her and the speed of the truck I knew, I couldn't save her not even if I tried to put myself to harm just to save her. So I stood there and watched the event unfold.
I saw a young man around 17 years old, wearing a school uniform of light blue color with vertical strips of dark blue color and a navy blue color tie with black color shoes, standing in front of me, throwing his bag at the truck, rushing towards the girl to save her. He just barely manages to throw the girl before being hit by the truck and the girl ends up getting some wounds from the event.
As for the boy, all I saw was a dead body covered in cloths of red. I wish I could ask him " Was it worth it ? ". Exchanging the pain that her family would feel for your own. " Did you find your happiness in doing it ? ". Mindlessly rushing to " Do the Good thing " without knowing the consequence of your action . " did you think that some miracle will happen to help you ? ". Believing in karma and thinking that good things will happen to you if you will be good.
I had a lot more questions to ask but how could I ask that to a dead body? I could see people gathering around him and taking photos and some recording the event. Only the girl's mother was trying to call an ambulance. Some people were trying to help him as he was still breathing, but based on his condition he wouldn't even live past 30 min to " thank " the people for saving his life.
I could see two sorts of people at the incident one who is selfless and the other who are followers, who just follow what others are doing. Both are idiots in their ways.
I did not help him in any way because his death was the inevitability and no knowledge of medical science I have could have helped him. So I was on my merry way.
While walking I was contemplating the accident and imagining what sort of life would the boy have lived to reach this moment in his life. I was lost in my thoughts that I could not see the open manhole under my feet.
The moment I started to fall I saw down and saw pitch black, something not possible in such bright daylight, which only means that the journey down is quite long and odd.
This brought us to this moment where I know I am falling to my death. The fear of death is gripping my heart, all the memories of my life are flashing before my eyes. Thinking about the end I somehow feel relieved from all my problems. All the pent-up stress and emotions are released and I somehow feel the same as I did when I started my journey from the orphanage, free and filled with anticipation. Irony in its way " The Beginning and the End ".
Anticipation is something I haven't felt in a long time. Anticipation of the unknown, Anticipation of seeing beyond death, and the Anticipation of something new. And I promise myself that if there is something beyond death, this time I will live my life and live every moment of my life rather than wasting my time thinking about the ever-changing future and never letting the boredom get the better of me.
As I am about to reach the ground, maybe it's the anticipation but I can't help but wonder why I have such a big smile on my face.
I don't know what is going to happen next but I know at least that the Noah I know now will never be the same, this is The Fall Of Noah.