"None deserve a painful death. Many say this but the question remains the same. If no one deserves a painful death then why do majority of people die a very vengeful death, ranging from old adults to infants?"
Since he couldn't afford risking to be seen, Piyush ran using those tiny toddler feet of his towards his dad's car. Playing hide and seek while the ball of life was busy yawning and preparing for his rest, was his favourite part of routine and why not? You won't expect anything less from a child of seven, now would you? Even as a child, the feeling of loosing is miserable be it in race, studies, amount of toys or in these games and Piyush was no exceptional to it. With the firm resolve to win the game, he went ahead, opened the door of his father's unlocked car, settled inside and waited. Waited for those people to give up and announce him as a winner.
He being a chipmunk in disguise, sitting back quietly was not exactly his forte so he started fishing for something amusing in the car. So focused was he that he failed to realize the fact that the flailing hands of his groping something for support to prevent a face-fall got the grip of car's door, locking the car in process.
Time passed, finally the royalty settled in flashing his cloak studded with diamonds and he still waited for his friends to shout his name, give up on finding him and begging him to come out.
Now were the time of eerie silence, yet none come up for him. Tired, he open the car to get back at home and complain to his mother of his looser friends who couldn't even find him. His future plans were brutally crashed by the reality. Car door wasn't opening. He tried yet again but it didn't budged. So scared was he and started shouting, calling his parents for help that he failed to notice the lock of car.
Wailing. Shouting. Scared. He called his parents for help. Constantly banging the window, hoping against hope that someone would see him. So frantic was he that the consumption of oxygen by his body increased every second.
It started getting suffocated; he banged the window with even more strength. Nothing made sense to him. Many of his nails were broken, many scratches could be seen on the window if looked carefully, and maybe someone might see those thin lines of blood along those scratches which oozed out from his fingers. He was screeching, beckoning his parents to listen to him, and crying to them that he was getting scared. The darkness wasn't friendly with him, it was scaring him. He called his mother so that she could come and he could finally sleep in her lap, away from this darkness. Also the sense of someone taking him away from his home was frightening. Calling his father, he wanted him to prove that he is his superhero, that he can save him from anyone and anything. He didn't like all this at all. He wanted to convey all of it to his parents.
His voice started betraying him; he was finding it difficult to breath let alone cry and pour his heart out. The raging pain shot through his body making him whimper with helplessness. He didn't liked it, didn't liked to be helpless. No more could he think about it that even more a stronger pain engulfed him. The pain was so excruciating that it, finally, engulfed him under its cage, laughing away merrily at yet another victory of his waiting for those flooding tears to cascade down the face of many.
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Okay so today my Accounts teacher told in class of the accident he read of in newspaper this morning. The thing I wrote up actually happened and a kid of 7 dies just like that for his friends, upon not finding him, left and didn't informed his parents. Also his family didn't noticed until dinner time that he was not there. When they all ran to different direction, one of them found him in car, dead. So back from school, this is empowering my mind hence I wrote what I wrote.
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- Aditi
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