blankwithoutyou

0121. i didnt hear tyres screech, or any loud crashing for that matter, when the two vehicles collided. it just so happened that i was gazing out of my mother's room to the ground below that i saw the heap of metal and smoke.

there had been an unfortunate accident. a container truck of sorts had smashed into an oncoming minibus. from where i was, a pile of squashed metal and glass was what remained of the smaller vehicle. the hair at my nape stood when the sound hit my ears. children were crying. and there was blood.

i found myself appearing downstairs, closer to the carnage. the driver of the overturned container truck was nowhere to be seen. all i witness at the scene were pedestrians trying to save bloodied kids out of the piece of scrap metal pasted to the tar floor. all i heard were cries of children, and all i saw was blood in its deepest crimson.

unknowingly, i had moved to stand a stone's throw away from the epicenter of the bloodbath. body parts of children were mangled and sandwiched within the seams of what was used to construct the minibus. i saw a head or two, and a massive pool of innards squirming on the vehicle's crushed chasis. i could no longer see the tar on the road as the blood oozed to my feet.

i looked down and saw myself wearing the shoes i went to work in. the blood swept onto them, splattering all over the leatherwork.

oddly, i didnt felt like hurling my last meal despite the gruesome event. i just woke up after my shoes were dirtied. i found my head on my familiar pillow, with the images of the trauma burned and etched in my mind.

and those images pretty much ruined the rest of my day.