F*** that FX

My head still aches. It’s been hours since me and my seatmate’s skulls collided in a car crash early this afternoon. I haven’t yet figured out what really happened though. After the FX hit the road block, the next thing I knew was I’m already sitting at the vehicle’s floor and holding the back door’s handle at my right hand.

It was already pass twelve and I was already rushing to go to Project 2-3 for a lecture. The sun was all over the metro, so instead of riding an ordinary bus, I chose to ride a FX. It was not only because it’s faster and of course, air-conditioned (well, at least better than the temperature outside); the fare was more reasonable (FX to Kamuning charges P25; an ordinary bus will cost you P23).

We were driving too fast. I did not notice that (because I was daydreaming) until we almost hit a truck in Mindanao Avenue. Few seconds after that, I saw a tricycle crossed the street towards the same direction where the FX was going. I grasped the door handle tighter and then, disaster occurred.

The front area of the FX was smashed while the tricycle turned over. The other passengers started to get out. People started to flock around the accident area.

I was blank. Perhaps I was still shaky. My seatmate and I were the only ones left in the FX. Things started to come back to reality when I saw this guy (or girl, I don’t know) bleeding. He/she was badly hurt. Blood was gushing out of his/her forehead.

Some of the people watching put her at the back of the FX. I did not know what to do. I was just looking at the blood on her forehead dropping on my pants. After they realized that the FX was already stuck there and the guy/girl needs medical treatment, they moved her out. I went out too and just stood there. Some were saying that we should also be brought to the hospital for an x-ray. Then, the other passengers started to leave.

Minutes have already passed before I finally realized that my presence has no relevance there (probably because I was still dizzy). I’m already late for my appointment. It was already one o’clock.

I got on the next bus. On my way to Kamuning, I was still thinking about the accident and the guy/girl’s bloody face.

I realized something. No, ‘life is too short’ is just so much of a cliché. Besides, my brain was barely functioning then.

I just wanted a piece of that a-hole driver. I hope the people there beat up him.

Well, at least I already got even. I got a free ride anyway.