Death Under Your Nose

Yeap, a boy from my apartment fell from the 5th floor in a freak accident. And the best part is he fell from in front of my house. Gruesome details to ensue so leave if blood makes you queasy.

When my sister got home on 12 November 2013 at around 5.30 pm. She saw a bunch of boys playing at the other end of our apartment unit. Thinking nothing of it, she entered home as usual and got changed. A few minutes passed when my mum heard a loud BANG! Like someone shut the door loudly in anger. We thought nothing of it really; sometimes, someone who lives a few floors above us frequently has nasty fights...so we thought it's just them going at it again.

We made plans to thread our eyebrows in our local salon, so we headed out at roughly 6.30pm-ish. As we exited our door, we could see from our 5th floor that there was a crowd and some policemen. So since some incident obviously occurred below us, we just looked down from the railing and...
someone was sprawled on the ground with blood everywhere.

Mum almost screamed and we managed to shut her up. Like seriously, everyone else was quiet and calm in handling the matter and she's going berserk. How embarrassing.

She was shaken and reeling from the horror of seeing someone, freshly dead, for the lack of a better word. We went to the salon anyway, because...what else can we do? Hang around and watch the deceased in morbid fascination? On the way to the salon my excited mother was speculating this and that because really, we thought it was suicide. My mum speculated that the loud bang she heard before was the deceased blowing up before jumping from wherever floor his house was. I was doing my thesis back then so I offered to be serviced first (the eyebrow threading no dirty thoughts) so I can go home and continue my thesis nightmare.

On my way home. I saw another police car entering my apartment complex. I was curious, this is probably suicide but I guess they weren't ruling out homicide as not everyone who fell to their death killed themselves ya know someone might've pushed them and shit.

So I saw many people flocking towards my apartment block where the incident took place, saw a girl crying, I assumed it's the deceased's sister or something.

I know someone will eventually pry out the true story for this incident so I got on the lift, and went to my floor and saw some officers taking pictures of the area in MY apartment unit. Like the officers were at my front door literally. At this point, my mind went blank. Why are they here? And one of the officers pointed to my apartment unit and asked "did he (the deceased) live here?". Then I said, "No, I live here!". Then he left. Immediately the neighbour living next to me told me that the boy fell from the railing that in front of my house. I froze.

"You mean he's not from the top floors?" I asked.

"No, he's the friend of that boy who lives at the other end of the apartment unit", she said.

I just froze. The bunch of boys that my sister passed without thinking twice...it was one of them ??

The lady said, they were just hanging out at the railing in front of my house, when one of them who were sitting on the railing fell off of it and died.

So the loud bang my mum heard wasn't someone shutting the door in anger...it was the impact of the boy falling to his death ?

Talk about macabre.

She literally HEARD someone die.

So I excused myself and the front neighbour stopped me and said pretty much the same thing only that she saw the boy without cloth covering his body. Luckily we did. Or else my mum would have had conniptions.

So this time it was my time to shake because holy shit someone died falling from in front of MY house. Literally.

I waited till my mum and sis came back and told them that the boy fell from OUR FLOOR and saw their eyes and mouth shaping an 'O' and just staring at my blankly in my face.

Mum was again flustered and sister was like holy shit I passed those kids not moments ago!

The body was taken at around 9pm-ish.

From that day onwards, my mum slept in my sister's room because she was so shaken.

The moral of the story is - life is a fleeting moment. One moment she saw the boys just rascal-ing around like normal teenage boys and the next thing they knew they were looking at their friends' dead body, sprawled on the ground, skull split and blood splattered. The boy was 14 years old.

So please people, always cherish your loved one. Yes you may fight with them and have nasty thoughts afterwards but crux of the matter is you don't really want that to happen so don't wait till that happens. Start now.

Peace out.

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