BREAKING BAD

My very first breaking bad

A cloudy morning,

When every one rush to their workplace, their school

A black sedan stopped in front of clinic

They came up with unexpected reqeuest

'Please confirm the death of my acquitance, ........ in my car'

What the heck, some serial killer movie just occupied my mind, why? Because I see no worry or sadness in his eyes. Is he the killer?

Despite my silly judgment I look foward, a man lying over his mom and brother (maybe) in that tiny space, he has no pulse, no breath, no warmth, dilated pupil with dry and cracked kornea. "He must be dead" I whisper my self several time. I suppose to find rigor mortis but it's seem imposible. I waited about 5 seconds. I learn that woman face, her worries, her tear and hopeless in her eyes. I touch her hand slightly and whisper her a bad word, a word that she doesn't want to hear, even for me.

"I'm sorry he's gone"

I don't know why I'm feeling sorry, because what I said make the reality bitter because it is the reality

Than the car door closed, they are going home, with grieving for the dead body on their lap.

I'll remember her sad cry, her tears, her voice all over my head. And my feet felt like shaking.

What if my judgement wrong,

What if he still have his life even for a tiny chance

What if he just brain dead? But well in that conditions it's dead already

But first time is always be first,

That was my first breaking bad

Even not my first seeing dead.

But it's my first time alone

My first time to tell the family, to announce dead with my own lips