I know something that I wish I didn’t.
This knowledge came to me in the form of a confession. But I call it panic-stricken sharing.
The person who gave me this information is someone close to me.
No longer a child but still far from being a ‘responsible’ adult.
There was an accident. A young man lost his life. He drowned. He could have been saved.
But his companions thought he was joking. And they stood and laughed as he flailed and splashed in the dark waters of the lake.
He knew how to swim and had often played terrible pranks upon his friends before.
Sadly, his past antics killed him. ‘The boy who cried wolf’ had fared no better. But this boy’s parents wanted answers.
And so did the police.
How could an able nineteen-year-old boy simply drown? There had to be foul play.
What was he doing out alone on a freezing night in November? Teenagers moved in groups.
The first question was answered when the autopsy report revealed an elevated blood alcohol level.
The second question became even more critical. It had to be answered.
Friends, enemies, acquaintances were summoned. Each had a different story to tell. None gave the police the lead they were looking for.
That made them even more defiant. They wouldn’t rest till they found someone they could blame.
A crime of foolishness had been committed. On the part of the victim and those who unknowingly watched him sink into his watery grave.
Could that amount to murder? Or maybe abetment to murder?
I don’t know. I’ve never dealt with something like this. I cry myself to sleep.
Today, it’s my turn to be questioned.
A young life was lost. Several more could be at risk.
Loss has no justification.
The truth could solve this grim picture, offer the bereaved parents some closure.
A lie could keep the others safe, their precious lives intact.
What would you do if you were in my place?
Submit your writing.
Hungry to read?
Looking for variety?
MASTICADORESINDIA has what you need!
Click the image to know more.