i opened my eyes, hearing in from afar, while collecting my scattered wits. it is my name, coming out from strange people.i mean stranger. strange voice. i looked around only to realize that i in unfamiliar places. dark night, unimaginable territory.
how odd it can be. i wake up only to find out i’m half covered in mud near a highway. ‘this can’t be it’. and it followed by, ‘damn, pure damn’.
and finally i spot spill of blood close to me. making smooth chores of lines to the end of the roadways and sand (i supposed) which i currently sit on. it’s my blood. i slowly regained consciousness. i’m not waking up from a bad dream. it’s really happening.
i can do scanning now. ‘damn it’, was i all i can say, for one last time. it’s the picture of my crashed-to-the-limit car that grab me.it’s within 10 metres away.looked like i got an instant punishment. the car’s in awful lot. the sides (i mean both sides) had totally cracked in. the rear looked like it’s smashed up to be halfway in. and the rear glass window, which is the only way i can be here, out of the car, scattered. shiny little pieces of glass. this is when i felt raw, unease strain at my knee. it’s blood there, too. and i must have been dragged on most part of the time end up in current place; on my two legs. this will leave an awful reminder in form of scars. which is what i hate most.
i didnt bother the pain, and the people staring at me. i hear them murmuring, and i dont give a shit;get up on my foot and began tracking my things from the car.the first one is my timberland bag.which carry most of my valuables.and second one is my wallet, which separately found at the backseat.maybe the effect of momentum.
one caring guy approaches me, as if it was his bussiness (which turns out it is), ‘jgn buang masa,adik.kita terus ke hospital.yang lain kitorang uruskan’. i dont know why. i followed in agreement.sit on the backseat of his red toyota moving slowly fled from the scene. the peoples, other peoples; looked like they’re scared.while i’m actually cursing why this could have been happened.
at the toll gate to get off the highway. i heard the generous guy said, ‘cepat sikit, teruk ni’; he was not talking to me. i have this illusions, and dizzy. i couldnt see more as the black faze filled up my head. i was unconscious.
p/s: this was around march 2006, when i’m doing practical at J&J.huge thing happen which much changed me in many ways of thinking.i owe big thanks to the generous brother.and to my family and close friends.
