It's dark outside as you walk to your car. You feel the cool breeze as you walk past the melted piles of snow. You get inside your car to a tank half full. You put your seat belt on, fix your rear view mirror and check your side view mirrors. You put your key into the ignition cylinder and turn the key, hearing that distinctive rum of the engine, indicating that the car has started. You reverse out of you parking spot that is located nearest to the exits. You drive.
You're on your way to your friend's place for dinner. You look at the clock on your new radio, it reads "10:00pm". "Damn," you think to yourself, remembering how you promised your friends that you wouldn't stay back at work past 8:00pm. You feel like you should call, but you don't want to get into an accident or anything like that, plus, you're near their grey - bricked bungalow.
You take the highway, your quickest option, which will get you to your friend's place in fifteen minutes.
As you're driving, you're listening to the radio, trying to tune out the rumbling of your stomach. You start to feel pains in your stomach that you know can only be relieved with a nice, big, hot meal.
As you get off the highway, you screech to a stop! The number two bus is in front of you. It clearly thought it could pass through the yellow light before it turned red, but it couldn't, so it stopped really fast. When it stopped, you slammed on the brakes, and jerked to a stop, avoiding hitting the bus. Your heart is pounding so fast and so loud, that you can hear it beat clearly. You have one second to calm down and lie back against the seat, when BANG! You're hit from behind! You feel a deep pain in the back of your head, neck and a bit of your back, like the pain of a headache, whip lash and pulled muscles, put together and multiplied by ten. The pain you feel upon collision is repeated three more times, bang, bang, BANG! The cars behind the car that hit you, all hit each other, which hit you harder.
You wait in your seat because really, you have no where else you can go, and you're pretty shaken from the collision. Your heart is racing faster than ever, your whole body is shivering, and you're feeling sick to your stomach.
After a half hour of waiting in your seat, you can hear the fire brigades come, yelling to make sure you're okay. They manage to crank your door open and get you out.
The EMT s are now on the scene and they check you for any major injuries. Luckily, you were able to come out of that accident with only a minor concussion and whip lash.
While getting checked, you over hear a conversation one of the drivers are having on the phone and that reminds you to call your friends.
As you dial your friend's number into your new Android cell phone, the only thing you're thinking about is the fact that you have completely lost your appetite.
Falling Petals
Tuesday, 4 October 2011
Monday, 3 October 2011
Friends, The Quiet Saviours
It's cold and grey outside, and you can't wait to get out of this way - below - zero weather, and into your nice, warm house. You feel like you've been walking for ages, when you know that the walk home is 25 minutes and you've only been walking for 10.
You're alone, with no one to get your mind off of this yucky weather. You think to yourself, "I could really use a nice hot chocolate right about now."
You continue to walk, when you start to hear a faint sound coming up behind you. You hear the laughter of teenage girls and the terrible sounds of their version of "Jingle Bells". You continue to walk, as the terrible sounds grow louder, as they creep up behind you.
The next thing you know, there are arms flying over your head and all around you. The girls are chanting louder than ever as they circle you, which starts to get you a bit spooked.
You try to tune them out and walk past them, quick. You try to get away from them and it takes quite a bit of time, but they finally get the hint that you don't want to deal with them right now.
You continue to walk when you hear an unrecognizable voice that's clearly trying to get your attention.
"Hey, you. You look so weird! You're ugly, what's wrong with you? What, you can't talk?"
You don't turn around to face the creep who clearly has nothing better to do than basically poke you with a stick. You keep walking and he keeps following, shouting at the back of your head. You try to ignore him, but he makes it so hard to when he makes deep jabs at you. You take a glimpse at this person and know for sure that you never met him before in your life, and you're pretty sure he does not know you.
So you wonder "why is he saying all of this crap?" He doesn't know you, he doesn't know how you've been having to deal with this kind of crap for a while and you're pretty much at your breaking point. He DOES NOT KNOW YOU.
You get closer to a bus stop, and you just glare the stop down as you walk. You've been staring it down and toning the strangers out for so long, you don't realize that the loud girls from earlier are trying to get the boy to leave you alone, telling him to stop. He doesn't listen and continues to shout at you.
You go back to ignoring him, and walk past the bus stop, you can hear the girls stop, but you can still hear foot steps behind you. He's still walking up behind you.
You feel your heart pounding so hard and so fast it hurt, in panic, not knowing what this stranger's intentions are. You start walking faster than before, and you hear his footsteps get faster too. You're scared out of your mind, worried about what could possibly happen.
You take a quick glimpse back he's behind you, but that's not what you notice. You notice that someone you know is coming near, behind him. You cross the street and wait for your friend to come. You never felt so relieved to see this person in your whole life. Once your friend crosses, you could see the stranger turn around and start walking back to the bus stop.
Who knows what could have happened if your friend never showed up...
Don't take your friends for granted <3
You're alone, with no one to get your mind off of this yucky weather. You think to yourself, "I could really use a nice hot chocolate right about now."
You continue to walk, when you start to hear a faint sound coming up behind you. You hear the laughter of teenage girls and the terrible sounds of their version of "Jingle Bells". You continue to walk, as the terrible sounds grow louder, as they creep up behind you.
The next thing you know, there are arms flying over your head and all around you. The girls are chanting louder than ever as they circle you, which starts to get you a bit spooked.
You try to tune them out and walk past them, quick. You try to get away from them and it takes quite a bit of time, but they finally get the hint that you don't want to deal with them right now.
You continue to walk when you hear an unrecognizable voice that's clearly trying to get your attention.
"Hey, you. You look so weird! You're ugly, what's wrong with you? What, you can't talk?"
You don't turn around to face the creep who clearly has nothing better to do than basically poke you with a stick. You keep walking and he keeps following, shouting at the back of your head. You try to ignore him, but he makes it so hard to when he makes deep jabs at you. You take a glimpse at this person and know for sure that you never met him before in your life, and you're pretty sure he does not know you.
So you wonder "why is he saying all of this crap?" He doesn't know you, he doesn't know how you've been having to deal with this kind of crap for a while and you're pretty much at your breaking point. He DOES NOT KNOW YOU.
You get closer to a bus stop, and you just glare the stop down as you walk. You've been staring it down and toning the strangers out for so long, you don't realize that the loud girls from earlier are trying to get the boy to leave you alone, telling him to stop. He doesn't listen and continues to shout at you.
You go back to ignoring him, and walk past the bus stop, you can hear the girls stop, but you can still hear foot steps behind you. He's still walking up behind you.
You feel your heart pounding so hard and so fast it hurt, in panic, not knowing what this stranger's intentions are. You start walking faster than before, and you hear his footsteps get faster too. You're scared out of your mind, worried about what could possibly happen.
You take a quick glimpse back he's behind you, but that's not what you notice. You notice that someone you know is coming near, behind him. You cross the street and wait for your friend to come. You never felt so relieved to see this person in your whole life. Once your friend crosses, you could see the stranger turn around and start walking back to the bus stop.
Who knows what could have happened if your friend never showed up...
Don't take your friends for granted <3
Sunday, 2 October 2011
The Day That Keeps You Wondering
December 26th, 2004.
All you hear is the swoosh of water, the screams of civilians and the cries of children looking for their mothers, with the occasional moments of silence. All you feel is cold, thick, water mixed pieces of plants and garbage all around you, the water going up your nose, into your burning eyes, and into what once was clean hair. All you smell is the stank of sewage, garbage, and that smell you normally would smell after some heavy rain fall. All you see is...well, nothing. Once you move your dirty, scruffy hair out of your face, you open your eyes to nothing, just water, lots of water, and the indescribable view of the people, the people who couldn't get away.
You feel alone, like you're the last person on Earth, with no one to tell you, "it's alright, you're going to be okay." The truth is, you don't feel alright, and you surely DON'T feel okay. To be frank, you feel so unsafe at this very moment, no knowing when the dark, heavy, cold water will hit you again. You're afraid that if you move the slightest bit, your world will come crashing down on you.
You close your eyes, you take a deep breath, and move your cold, wrinkled toes the slightest bit forward. With your shivering hands clenched in the tightest fists possible, you open your eyes, nothing has change.
You see that there's a building in the distance, and say to yourself, "I can make it over there, I can swim," and that's exactly what you do.
You start swimming, the fastest, the hardest you've ever swam before. While you swim, you just think about how those swimming lessons payed off, and how this is nothing like what you pictured when booked a flight around the world.
You make it to the building where the water seemed to have died down. You get the top of the building in case IT comes back again, and just fall to the ground. Your body is so weak and tired, but you can still feel the adrenaline pumping through your body. You blink three times, and look to the grey sky.
You wonder, "how did I get here?"
All you hear is the swoosh of water, the screams of civilians and the cries of children looking for their mothers, with the occasional moments of silence. All you feel is cold, thick, water mixed pieces of plants and garbage all around you, the water going up your nose, into your burning eyes, and into what once was clean hair. All you smell is the stank of sewage, garbage, and that smell you normally would smell after some heavy rain fall. All you see is...well, nothing. Once you move your dirty, scruffy hair out of your face, you open your eyes to nothing, just water, lots of water, and the indescribable view of the people, the people who couldn't get away.
You feel alone, like you're the last person on Earth, with no one to tell you, "it's alright, you're going to be okay." The truth is, you don't feel alright, and you surely DON'T feel okay. To be frank, you feel so unsafe at this very moment, no knowing when the dark, heavy, cold water will hit you again. You're afraid that if you move the slightest bit, your world will come crashing down on you.
You close your eyes, you take a deep breath, and move your cold, wrinkled toes the slightest bit forward. With your shivering hands clenched in the tightest fists possible, you open your eyes, nothing has change.
You see that there's a building in the distance, and say to yourself, "I can make it over there, I can swim," and that's exactly what you do.
You start swimming, the fastest, the hardest you've ever swam before. While you swim, you just think about how those swimming lessons payed off, and how this is nothing like what you pictured when booked a flight around the world.
You make it to the building where the water seemed to have died down. You get the top of the building in case IT comes back again, and just fall to the ground. Your body is so weak and tired, but you can still feel the adrenaline pumping through your body. You blink three times, and look to the grey sky.
You wonder, "how did I get here?"
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