A moving ~~man~~ car
It was a good day, it was my birthday. We got drinks and other stuffs, it has been years now, I genuinely cannot remember all the details.
We went for choir practice that Saturday and we were done quite early cause I can remember it was still bright outside and not as late as usual or maybe it was not even choir practice could have been somewhere else entirely, but what I was sure of was that I was with my brother.
We took a bus home and I think I sat close to the edge or maybe I was the last person at the edge. Someone wanted to alight and I did not wait for the bus to stop properly before trying to get down for the person beside me.
Next thing, I just found myself on the road while the bus had moved pastt me.
The “concerned” passersby gathered, the driver too, and somebody brought out oil and rubbed it on the wounds. I had bruises on my legs and my elbow. The elbow own was deep.
We got home and did not tell our parents.
I hid the wound for days, maybe weeks even, until they later found out. The pain I had been avoiding finally came, the outside had formed a scab but inside, it had not healed properly.
And this was actually the second time I had hidden a wound from my mum.
The first time, I was much younger and hot water poured on my stomach. I just bore the pain alone. She only found out one weekend while we were in the bathroom😭😭
The bus incident was probably the last time I got injured like that and it has been yearssss since.
But till today, whenever I want to alight from a bus, I wait patiently till it fully stops if any impatient passenger tries to rush me, I genuinely do not care.
Once beaten, 100 times shyyy
Sorry