Just after the ball, in a rather empty road which seems heavily surrounded by nature. It was pitch-black, with headlights as the only light source. On the way to my apartment with three of my classmates who were also my roommates. They were intoxicated, I was too, actually, but I was the most sober among them; I was conscious enough to worry about the dangers of what we were doing. I would have volunteered to drive the car, but only one of us knows how to drive, and that is certainly not me; having a drunken friend to drive was the only option. I sat there quietly beside the driver’s seat, not showing my anxiousness, I didn’t want to be called a faggot.
I wasn’t, however. Before we even took ...view middle of the document...
A smile and a “hello” nod were the best things I had with her that night. Not even a single “how are you?” Not even a single word. Was it a simple crush that I had for her? Or was it love? I don’t know. All I knew was that I should have at least danced with her, if not ask her out; I wish I was a little braver.
That explains the silence I was having during the ride home, and the reason my classmates can’t call me a faggot.
My classmates were ecstatic during the ride, but since they knew the feeling I had for that girl from our class, they didn’t bother to ask me why I was so silent.
After a few laughs and a ten-minute storytelling with my other classmates, my classmate who was driving the car thought he had to pay more attention to the road.
Suddenly and quickly, a little critter tried to cross the road. It was an animal that defines my impression to the girl I just talked about a little while ago; it was a bunny (cute and evasive). It was moving quickly across the road, but it went to a halt midway to the other end of the road, appearing blinded by the headlights. It –or she, as I preferred to use since, like I said, bunnies remind me of that girl I liked– kept staring innocently at our car that was moving towards it.
Fortunately, the driver of our car, though intoxicated, still had a sense of pity for the furry little creature; he steered to a direction that was away from where the bunny was. Unfortunately, we only ended up off-road, rushing down a mountain-side.
We were frozen with fear and astonishment. Everything happened so fast that we didn’t have time to think. We were able to avoid a few trees on the way down, but it didn’t do any good. It only lengthened our trip down the mountain-side, thus giving more time for our car’s momentum to speed up. If only we crashed earlier to a nearer tree, then we would have dealt with a less powerful punch. But we didn’t, so the candidate for which tree we were going to crash to gets deeper and deeper into the forest. However, it wasn’t a tree that stopped our surge.
It started to feel like we’re in a roller coaster rocketing down from the moon to the center of the Earth just before a rock, half the height of our vehicle, took us to a complete halt.
The windshield was shattered by the impact, and I was sent airborne. The small pieces of shattered glass looked like they were fireflies happily dancing around me, accompanying my flight. I couldn’t see where my other classmates have gone to. They were either catapulted faster and farther, or they remained inside the car. That didn’t matter though, what mattered most is that I’m in trouble. I looked forward and tried to guess which tree would crush my face. And for one moment, I was certain which tree it was.
I closed my eyes in anticipation of the hit; I knew I’d be worse than unconscious.
I kept my eyes closed, but I felt nothing. Nothing, I felt totally nothing. I opened my eyes again, only to find out that the tree didn’t hit me. Instead, it passed...