misty night

It was a misty night. The fog was all I can see. I stumbled, got up and stumbled again. Fear was screaming inside my head like the menacing roar of an angry lion, it felt like I was trapped in a never ending nightmare where all my greatest fears came to life. Frantically I felt the ground, finding for some clue to where I am. Wet grass. That is what I felt. The earth below me felt like ice all of a sudden when I recalled what happened. The picture of our car crashing through the divider and the screams from my parents passed through my mind. Immediately, I stood up despite all the pain and blood trickling like a broken pipe down my head. I shouted “Mum?! Dad?!” There was no reply, the night was silent as the grave. I did not stop shouting, I literally screamed at the top of my lungs begging for the slightest sound under the merciless dark sky. After what felt like an eternity, my loud screams slowly turned into the voice of a scared child that has been ripped off her wings.

Where are you?! Mama, Papa, please answer me, I am scared. It was then that I felt it. A limp body in front of me, lying as still as a statue. My shivering hands slowly traced the facial structure of this being. My heart was thumping so hard as these structures felt so familiar. I held that limp body and shooked it so hard. “Dad? Dad? Wake up, don’t joke with me. Not now, dad. Please.” There was not a single movement from my father. As the moon lit up the night, I ran as hard as I can and climbed up the steep hill towards the city lights. Without thinking, I ran into a shop and cried for help. The shopkeeper and the customers looked as if they saw a ghost, no one moved an inch. “Help me! My parents, there are down that hill!” Upon hearing that, the shopkeeper dialed the emergency number as I broke down at the doorway. I was whimpering like a lost dog. That feeling I felt at that moment was so overwhelming, I felt Hercules plunging a samurai sword in my heart with all his might.

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