Where am i?
2am
My target was to collect an average of 50 hours a month. Not easy. i work late nights, sometimes wee hours in the morning handling almost 7 aircraft a day.
I drive the car out to the tunnel where we usually park to get in and out of work, i get out yawning.. Asking myself if it's worth going home at this time. The answer was yes, because it was my off day the next day. Zipping up my brown leather jacket, i light up my last cigarette.. it was that soft cold raining wind, pluss i just got out of work, it was an amazing smoke. The weight of responsibility, on my aching stressful shoulders unwind as i puffed away. I lazily walked myself all the way to my bike parking.
3am
I picked it up and placed it in my pocket.
* put a lil bass as you read it *
(singing became humming..humming became a lullaby)
hmmm huh?? I woke up to see a back of a lorry almost 10 meter infront of me.
I fucking jammed on the front and rear brakes as hard as i possibly could..
Too fucking late though.. i slammed my whole left side onto the right side of the lorry..
4.10am
I was a lil unconscious and i knew i was carried by few guys.. They sat me down, and so i was leaning against the divider of the side of the road, i woke up to consciousness to find myself siting in a puddle of blood, my helmet was on the road off my head.. Bad news, it was my blood.. Looking up, i saw them arguing.. Few indian guys talking bullshit in tamil..
I tried lifting up my left hand to unzip my jacket but i was in pain, i knew it was my wrist..so while breathing heavily as i feel a rush of pain to my head..i needed air to breathe, already feeling warm inside..i unzipped my jacket with my right hand.. It felt like it was the most difficult thing to do..
Looking at my uniform..i realised i was in deep shit.. My white uniform was soaking with blood. i coughed out more blood. Those bunch of idiots were still arguing about something in tamil while standing infront of me..i called out for them..
3 guys were asking me questions, i wasn't paying attention as i saw the fourth guy walking out from the front of the lorry. Until i confirmed there were only 4 guys altogether, then i listen to what they were asking initially.
One guy was asking where i stayed. Another asking me if my legs hurt.
I couldn't answer them, i kept spatting out blood..
I only wanted to ask them one question..but i was blacking out..it was hard to breathe..
and so i struggled with the blood in my mouth..coughing it out, i forcefully ask them something in tamil.
I was confused why so much of drama for just one question?
I saw her on the road lying there lifelessly.. That hurt more than my wrist and my bleeding jaw.
One of them said call someone from home to inform them immediately.
I took out my phone and called my dad.. I explained what happened and he came rushing.
In less than 10minutes my dad showed up with my brother half awake.
The loaded me like a box into the car. I heard one of them telling my dad that i may be suffering from severe head injuries, he looked worried. Then i realised that only i knew i was asleep before i crashed, that's why i asked them earlier..