You ever wonder what happens when you witness your first dead body? Well, to answer that, imagine having a thousand thoughts slam into your brain all at once. They pile over each other like a traffic jam in your head. Your body doesn’t know what to do—go left, right, forward, backward—so it just… shuts down. Your mind blanks out, completely unable to process what your eyes just saw. Everything around you slows down. Sounds become muffled, distant… but still loud enough to sting. It breaks you from the inside with zero physical damage. That’s exactly what happened. But here’s the weird part—was I the only one feeling like that? Everyone else moved like… like it was nothing. Like someone hadn’t just fallen to what looked like her death in front of our eyes. Why? Why?! I gasped, my voice catching with every word, breath turning ragged. My eyes wide, my feet frozen. I couldn’t move. Then, the sirens. Sharp and loud, cutting through the air like a knife. “Everyone move back! Clear the area!†“Return to your rooms immediately!†My body moved, but barely. Each step was like wading through thick, shaking air. I didn’t even know her. But I felt it—the weight. The impact. It was a signal, loud and clear. Welcome to the new world. We stood at the top of the staircase, looking down as the paramedics worked below. Blood still stained the stairs. But soon, lecturers and security started forcing people back into the hostel rooms. “Is she gonna be okay…?†I asked, barely managing to get the words out. No one answered. Until a voice spoke calmly beside me. “I’m sure she’ll be fine,†he said, eyes staring blankly out the window. “Look, the paramedics got here on time.†I followed his gaze. She was being carried out on a stretcher, an oxygen mask strapped to her face. “She’s alive?†I asked. The blood was still there. It had splashed across the stairs like a horror scene. The guy nodded. “Yeah. Looks like it. She’s breathing.†How is he so calm? Bucket Hat Guy was pale and silent next to me, clearly traumatized. But this guy—he was unfazed, like this wasn’t the first time. “Anyway, all we can do is pray for her safety,†he added. “Don’t you agree?†The room fell into silence. Not just our room. The entire hostel seemed to go quiet, like everyone was holding their breath, waiting for something—anything. I sat on the edge of the bed. My mind blank. My body heavier than stone. Bling. Bling. Phones vibrated all over the room. Lushomo’s phone too. I reached for it. A notification. UPDATE: It is with deep... That’s all I could read. The rest was locked behind a password I didn’t know. My heart sank. Cold and tight. I tried again. And again. Every guess wrong. Still locked. And then, the same calm roommate spoke again. “Told y’all she’d be fine.†That must be what the message says. A wave of relief crashed over me. Like someone had just taken a boulder off my chest. I could breathe again. I could maybe—maybe—even sleep. It was late, and I couldn't take much more of this.
You ever wonder what happens when you witness your first dead body? Well, to answer that, imagine having a thousand thoughts slam into your brain all at once. They pile over each other like a traffic jam in your head. Your body doesn’t know what to do—go left, right, forward, backward—so it just… shuts down. Your mind blanks out, completely unable to process what your eyes just saw. Everything around you slows down. Sounds become muffled, distant… but still loud enough to sting. It breaks you from the inside with zero physical damage. That’s exactly what happened. But here’s the weird part—was I the only one feeling like that? Everyone else moved like… like it was nothing. Like someone hadn’t just fallen to what looked like her death in front of our eyes. Why? Why?! I gasped, my voice catching with every word, breath turning ragged. My eyes wide, my feet frozen. I couldn’t move. Then, the sirens. Sharp and loud, cutting through the air like a knife. “Everyone move back! Clear the area!†“Return to your rooms immediately!†My body moved, but barely. Each step was like wading through thick, shaking air. I didn’t even know her. But I felt it—the weight. The impact. It was a signal, loud and clear. Welcome to the new world. We stood at the top of the staircase, looking down as the paramedics worked below. Blood still stained the stairs. But soon, lecturers and security started forcing people back into the hostel rooms. “Is she gonna be okay…?†I asked, barely managing to get the words out. No one answered. Until a voice spoke calmly beside me. “I’m sure she’ll be fine,†he said, eyes staring blankly out the window. “Look, the paramedics got here on time.†I followed his gaze. She was being carried out on a stretcher, an oxygen mask strapped to her face. “She’s alive?†I asked. The blood was still there. It had splashed across the stairs like a horror scene. The guy nodded. “Yeah. Looks like it. She’s breathing.†How is he so calm? Bucket Hat Guy was pale and silent next to me, clearly traumatized. But this guy—he was unfazed, like this wasn’t the first time. “Anyway, all we can do is pray for her safety,†he added. “Don’t you agree?†The room fell into silence. Not just our room. The entire hostel seemed to go quiet, like everyone was holding their breath, waiting for something—anything. I sat on the edge of the bed. My mind blank. My body heavier than stone. Bling. Bling. Phones vibrated all over the room. Lushomo’s phone too. I reached for it. A notification. UPDATE: It is with deep... That’s all I could read. The rest was locked behind a password I didn’t know. My heart sank. Cold and tight. I tried again. And again. Every guess wrong. Still locked. And then, the same calm roommate spoke again. “Told y’all she’d be fine.†That must be what the message says. A wave of relief crashed over me. Like someone had just taken a boulder off my chest. I could breathe again. I could maybe—maybe—even sleep. It was late, and I couldn't take much more of this.