2 nights ago, around 230am, I was involved in the first, and hopefully last, car accident of my life. A stupid BMV travelling in the opposite direction suddenly swerved into the lane of the taxi I took. Everything happened so fast. The driver hit the brakes, and I could only looked on helplessly as the two cars collide with a 'BANG'! My mind went completely blank for that moment. In the next seconds or so, only the sharp pain in my stomach kept my senses going.

I was a person that hated trouble. And i thought I would be in a deepload of it since it was an accident after all. In my mind, I kept cursing but the pain made me quiet. I thought, that was it. Maybe I did already broke a few bones here and there. Only when the pain subsided, did I hauled myself out of the taxi. A long abrasion scar marked the left side of my stomach and another on the neck. It was then I realised the nail on my left thumb was bleeding as well. Damn! It didn't matter how badly I was injured at that moment. I was much more afraid that my parents would be so worried for me. I never liked people to worry for me.

It was quite a relief that my injuries were not life-risking. A slightly sprained neck, bruises, a broken nail and a stunned soul. I hoped there would not be any after-effects, such as suddenly vomitting blood or something. When my parents knew about my injuries, they acted pretty much non-chalant about the whole thing and even chided me for returning home late on a weekday. I was not in the mood to argue then.

Yeah, I'm still alive. Does that make the whole story above irrelevant, since I survived? People said, "You look well. Everything is ok then." And things went back to normal. I must say that I was quite appalled by the lack of concern showed around me. Maybe I am insignificant afterall. A friend dies, find another. No, I'm not looking for concern. I just dislike the way people think that it's no big deal. Sometimes I don't know how to treat the world around me. At least the accident made me stronger somehow.