Upside Down
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I saw a man die today.
It changed my life forever.
What happens when you get involved into someone else's life after his death? What if someone dies right in front of you and you are determined to find out why?
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Upside Down - Joanne Carlton
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First print: June, 2018
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I SAW A MAN DIE THIS morning.
In his office, right after his death, a note was found, with only a few words scribbled down hastily in his own shaky handwriting. The text he left sounded like a suicide note, but it turned out to be the lyrics of a sad song, referring to family and the ache of loving someone.
The moment that he died, life as I knew it, came to a full stop. A cliché, I know, but unfortunately true. Never before had I watched someone die and I hope that I never will again. I had been a golden boy up until that point in time, never experiencing anything as gruesome as the moment that this man died before my very eyes.
It wasn’t just the way it happened, but also who it happened to. I lived in a city where bumping into celebrities was kind of normal. You saw them in stores doing their grocery shopping or buying clothes. You could bump into them in the subway or getting into taxis or private cars hailed for them. They often wandered places where tourists hung out too.
In a city like this, everyone left them alone. They were just as normal as everyone else and we respected their privacy. The only ones clinging onto them in the middle of the street, were starstruck tourists. When recognized, the celebs would smile that typic photogenic smile of theirs, while posing for smartphones.
Today, a celebrity jumped in front of a moving truck. There was no doubt in my mind that he did it on purpose. Before he killed himself, he stood by the side of the road at a red light and waited for the perfect moment to go.
It was a bustling, busy morning as usual, but at this particular stop sign, not many people waited. It was only six-thirty a.m., long before tourists appeared in the streets to eat their breakfast at diners. The only people awake were the early birds working long hours. Most Manhattan-citizens usually only left their apartments much later.
The only reason why I stood at that red light waiting to cross the Avenue, was the project I was working on. Our deadline approached rapidly and I needed to work the hours to reach our target. If I had left my apartment five minutes later, we would never even have met.
I was the person standing right next to this man, gazing at my smartphone like most of us did these days, quickly checking my office mails. Everything seemed normal, until he made a sound that sounded like an inaudible mumbling of words. He stepped to his death, before the wheels of a large refrigerator truck. He was crushed. I can still hear the sound of his bones breaking.
This man was a perfect stranger to me. I had only seen his face in the magazines and newspapers, or in one of the movies he played in. He meant nothing to me personally, nor had we ever met before. The only time I saw him in real life, he lay shattered and broken underneath that truck, while his blood was splattered all over me, leaving me in pure disgust and utter shock.
I was still stunned when people started screaming around me. The truck driver’s vehicle dragged the man with him, until he came to an abrupt stop, only a couple of yards away from the red light which had now turned green. The truck had been moving slowly, as custom in New York traffic, but it had still been enough to crush the man’s body.
I stood there frozen, with his blood still on me, coming from whatever part of his body that had slammed into the vehicle. I was so scared. Broken too. The city I had known for so long had become ugly and estranged. Everything had changed in that very second because I wasn’t prepared for this to happen. How can you be prepared for something like this?
All I could do was stare at his mangled corpse and wonder what had gone through his head before he died. When the truck came to a full stop, I could see his face, that, strangely enough, remained unscathed. It was just about the only part of his body that still looked human. It was also the only part of him that peered out from beneath that truck.
He was beautiful in his death. I know it sounds strange to say but he really was. We all recognized him immediately. He lay there with his eyes staring dreamily at the sky, wondering perhaps what had overcome him. When a woman knelt down to touch his throat, hoping for a miracle, we all saw the ugliness hidden beneath it. The woman backed away immediately. Her hand was covered in blood. The back of the man’s head lay open and battered; his brain was no longer there.
If he had dragged me with him in his tumble towards death, there would have been two victims. I was swept off my feet for a moment when he pushed against me before stepping in front of that truck. The idea makes me shudder.
The only difference would have been, that his name would be all over the newspapers, while mine would have been on top of a small column somewhere on the fourth page. I was an unknown, one of the many millions in his city, while he was a celebrity. There would have been a huge difference between his death and mine.
I came to realize only later that I was in shock when all around me, people started moving again. For days to come, I would still remember his blood on me. I imagined that I tasted it on my lips, just like the smell of decay. On this hot day, it seemed that the heat of the city was already draping itself over his body like a blanket, taking care of him. As soon as death sets in, the smell usually follows quickly. I imagined smelling it already.
There was a buzz of activity around me. Someone covered up whatever we could see from his body with a coat and I couldn’t help but wonder whoever would carry a jacket in this summer heat. The person who covered him came towards me. Suddenly I recognized the uniform. A cop. The place was swarming with cops and firemen who were trying to take care of the scene.
Are you okay there, son?
he asked, even though I was nearly thirty years old.
I nodded quietly. I looked past him at the body covered with the police jacket and imagined that the deceased man, who was about my age, suddenly sat up to ask me to find out what had happened to him. The man’s smile would be whole again, just like his skull.
Find out what happened to me,
he whispered.
I will,
I vowed, speaking out loud. God, where did that even come from?
The cop looked at me surprised, shaking me quietly. Then someone placed a blanket over my shoulders and turned me around.
In shock,
someone said.
You would be for less,
someone else replied.
They turned me around and moved me away from the scene, but I brushed them off and started walking away. I still had his blood on my hands.
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BORN AND RAISED IN Manhattan, I was the son of always-busy parents who never took the time to take me out to fun and games. My dad hated the city, so he practically locked himself up in his penthouse whenever he wasn’t working. My mom didn’t like the city either, but she would never say that to my father.
As a kid, I wound up spending most of my spare time at my aunt’s apartment on 5th Avenue, who had moved to the city when she was twenty-one years old. She loved New York with all of her heart and showed me all the nice places only the locals knew about. Once, she even took me on one of those tourist helicopter tours above the skyscrapers to show me the real beauty and