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  • Sabhyata Sood

The Accident

I didn't mean to kill her. Those words echoed in my mind as I stood there, staring at the lifeless figure sprawled on the ground. Her once vibrant eyes were now glazed over, forever devoid of the spark that once animated them. My heart raced, and my hands trembled with a mixture of shock, guilt, and disbelief. How did it come to this?

Her name was Ashley, and she had been my best friend since childhood. We shared countless adventures, laughter, and tears throughout the years. But today, everything had changed in an instant, leaving me with a crushing weight upon my conscience. It started as an innocent game, a lighthearted challenge to test our limits. We found ourselves in an old, abandoned house at the edge of town—a place rumored to be haunted. The walls cracked, and the air was thick with mystery. Our footsteps echoed through the decaying hallways as we ventured deeper into the unknown. The darkness intensified as we entered a dimly lit room.

Moonlight filtered through a cracked window, casting eerie shadows on the cracked floorboards. A sense of foreboding hung in the air, but we pressed on, driven by youthful curiosity. Ashley spotted a peculiar object on a dusty shelf—a worn-out book bound in faded leather. It beckoned to her, whispering secrets from its age-old pages. Without thinking, she reached out, grasping it in her hands. And

that when everything went wrong.

As soon as Ashley touched the book, an ominous energy surged through the room. The air crackled with electricity, and a deafening boom reverberated, shaking the very foundation of our world. Terrified, I reached out to grab Ashley, to pull her away from the danger, but it was too late. A blinding flash of light consumed us both, and in that instant, our lives were forever altered. When I regained my senses, I found myself alone, surrounded by silence. Panic consumed me as I searched frantically for Ashley. And that when I saw her, lying motionless on the floor. My heart sank, realizing the truth—I had unintentionally caused her demise.

Tears streamed down my face as I knelt beside her, overwhelmed by remorse. I had never meant for any harm to befall her. It was a tragic accident, born out of youthful curiosity and a series of unfortunate events. The weight of my actions settled upon my shoulders, a burden I would carry for the rest of my life.

In the aftermath, I made a solemn vow to honor Ashley’s memory. I would strive to live a life of purpose, cherishing each moment and the precious gift of existence. I would dedicate myself to making amends, finding ways to bring light to a world overshadowed by my unintentional act of darkness. From that day forward, the guilt fueled my determination to create a legacy of compassion and forgiveness.

In Ashley’s memory, I would seek redemption, carrying the weight of my unintentional deed as a constant reminder of the fragile nature of life and the responsibility we bear toward one another. Though I didn't mean to kill her, her death became the catalyst for my transformation. And as I walked away from that forsaken house, burdened yet resolute, I knew that I would spend the rest of my days making a difference—a tribute to the friend I had lost, forever etched in my heart.

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