Death II

Storm:

I ran downstairs like my life depended on it, skipping two stairs at a time, coming to a stand still at the bottom of the staircase when I saw Jess, crying close to someone that had been covered from head to toe.

Our family doctor was beside her, his hands on her shoulders, while some other men in uniform were just stepping into the house since the front door was open. I could hear the sirens, there must be an ambulance ready to take my old man to the morgue.

I just stood there watching the flurry of activities going on but not moving one bit from my present position, until the family doctor caught sight of me.

“Storm, I am sorry about your loss. Come here.” He said gently and I found myself moving toward him, literally walking like a robot. My step mother looked up, her eyes releasing a fresh bout of tears when she saw me walking towards them.

She can’t be feeling pity for me. She is not permitted to pretend like that. I thought angrily, wishing I could release a punch on he