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Today was supposed to be a normal, boring day. With the classes once again resuming after the summer holidays, I thought I would once again fall in to a routine of home-school-home activities.
But it didn't.
It started when I got on the bus on my way to school. The travel was slow, but smooth nonetheless. In front of the hospital, a woman hopped in. She stood near the driver's seat, facing all of the commuters. She told the tragedy that befell on her beloved daughter who was hit by a car and was currently in need of money for the blood bags they loaned which costed 5,000 Php* all-in-all (not including the hospital bills). The driver who ran her daughter over had ran away and so she begs for every penny she could get, all for the sake of her beloved child. She even said to us : "Kahit na lumuhod ako sa harap ninyo, gagawin ko para sa anak ko" (Even if I have to kneel in front of you, I will for the sake of my daughter)
It pulled at my heartstrings and as I watch her shed tears, a thought hung in my mind: Will my own mother beg for my sake?
I tried very hard, as I refrained from shedding tears of my own at the thought. I handed her a whole 50 Php* because I didn't have any other lower bills or coins to give.
I reached my destination and hang with my friends. Everything went smoothly until lunch, where I accompanied my two friends to a convenient store nearby the school. It was funny how everything went down from there.
I met familiar faces I haven't seen in months (some even years!) and even rekindled lost friendships that day. I smiled and laughed with them until my cheeks felt sore and my eyes crying. We even watched half the movie I was pinning for months to go online!
Everything seemed perfect. So perfect that I should've felt suspicious.
A blur in my right eye hindered my sense of sight for a fraction of a second. My skin felt burned from the sun's intense heat. And even with that, the only thing I remember is my splitting headache and the crushing weight suddenly on my back. Or maybe even the fading screams of my friends and the terrified panic in their voices.
I felt myself slipping, and my right limbs dangling on a wire sideways... like those times when I try to execute an astral image of my self the night after I learned the theory on it from my Philosophy Professor. It was scary, no matter how many times I try it (but to no success). My whole body felt numb, unmoving, unresponsive. I felt more like I had some stroke than a coma.
It was scarier than when I had paralysis dreams. I was not bound by invisible strings, nor was anybody whispering in the nearby surface. I was neither awake or aware of what was transpiring around me.
It was truly scary.
And maybe the God I was starting to doubt the existence of had finally smiled down upon me, for the pain dulled to nonexistent and I felt myself slipping further and falling on to a bottomless pit.
The only regret I had was that my mother was going to school in 2 hours to pay 10% of my tuition fee.
Notes :
* 50 Php = 1 US Dollar (more or less)
* 5000 Php = 100.4 US Dollar (more or less)
** Currencies are converted differently from one store to another with only a few cents difference. A base would be announced by the Central Bank and it is up to the store to follow (within valid reasons) the exchange.