A dark view of medical problems seen through one’s soul

Iaca o tema la engleza de anul trecut. Atunci mi s-a parut cat de cat buna...acum dati-va si voi cu parerea. Si totusi, aveti vreo idee pentru un alt titlu? Multam fain de ajutor!


It was a damp, chilly night when Caroline and I eventually left the library. As soon as I stepped outside I shivered feeling that something strange was about to happen.
We had been reading in the library for about three hours, studying some medicine books including one in particular. It was an old book which we had discovered on the top shelf. The date written on it showed that it had been printed in the late 1840's. We were shocked and fascinated by the descriptions of different diseases written there. It described, in detail, several symptoms of the flesh and even more of the mind. It would have been an interesting old medical book if it hadn't been for...
Caroline and I were walking down the street talking about our future exams when we heard footsteps coming towards us, but we couldn't see anybody near us. We stood in one place not knowing what to believe. After a few minutes, we decided we heard nothing and started walking again, but this time we never said a word to each other. After a few moments, we saw a person coming towards us. We never recognized him, but I pity the poor man. You could have seen very clearly, even if it was a dark night, that he was very ill. He had a mutilated face like the people that were injured in a blaze, one of his hands had been amputated and he was coughing all the time, a sign that his lungs were severely damaged. We passed him by, thinking about that man's life and his troubles, imagining every little detail and soon we arrived home. After a good night's sleep we were ready to go to the University again.
We arrived late in a taxi and we were scared all the way to the collage. The taxi driver was clearly in pain, because he always cried, he caged and he was shaking all the time. He was an old man who had all his vices shown on his face. We ran towards the hall where our professor always had his classes. On the way there we saw nothing and nobody, although there were many people in the corridors. When we entered the room, at first we thought we had entered a hospital for there were many injured and ill people, with scars and open wounds on their faces, suffering, crying, some were on the floor spitting blood and others had no arms or legs. We ran out of there although we heard a familiar voice commanding us to stay.
We went outside and we were both shivering and we were terribly scared. But when we managed to get a grip, we saw the same “show” on the street: transfigured women carrying dead babies, man without eyes, children cut on the face and arms and there were many such images, but I can’t describe them anymore, I couldn’t know how, I couldn’t know what words to choose. After a few minutes of staying there and watching all those people, Caroline collapsed by my side. She had fainted because she couldn’t face all she had seen. I tried to wake her up, I called a taxi and brought her home. On the street there were the same badly injured people, in the cab - another ill man. I paid him and carried Caroline to our apartment. I put her in bed, made her a cup of tea and I let myself drop in an armchair. “How can this be possible?” I asked myself thinking of all those people. I heard Caroline calling me and I went into her room. She smiled to me and, with a very innocent voice that I will never forget, she asked me if she had dreamt or if it was all real. I looked at her trying to protect her from the answer, but she understood. She asked me for some tea and as I went towards the kitchen, I heard some cries coming out the window. I rushed to see what had happened and I saw Caroline with her face down on the pavement and a group of people around her. I understood what had happened: she had killed herself because she couldn’t go through that nightmare anymore. I quickly went down the stairs with my eyes swimming in tears. I couldn’t see but her dead body...Caroline...my beloved sister. Somebody had called an ambulance and they took her to a hospital. On the way there, they were asking me all kinds of questions, but I couldn’t answer, I was crying so much. After she was taken away from my sight, I waited for our parents to come. I thought of everything and nothing at all, but then I remembered what had caused her death. I looked around me and I saw normal people, well, as normal as you can find in a hospital. Then I thought of the night when it all started and I remembered that old book. It was called “A dark view of medical problems seen through one’s soul”.
Many years have passed. I graduated from school and I always visit my sister’s grave. I must tell you though: after several weeks since my sister’s death I went back to the library trying to find that book but, much to my surprise, that library had been destroyed in a blaze and all the books had burned. I believe that it was for the best, that book should have never been read by anyone for it causes much pain and sorrow.