It all began now doesn't mean that the other times were better, no, when I say it all began now, it means it all got more worst than our norms, I am watching my mom lying on the floor unconscious, the blood on her head slowly drooling down to the back of her head while I watched in despair and confusion, people are beginning to gather to see what just happened to the lady lying on the floor, to see whether she was still alive or dead.
You can see her lying right in front of the bus, struggling to breathe, her eyes were closed showing that she was out, but her struggles were visible, you can see that she's on a string, in between life and death, her body struggling to keep her alive but her consciousness long gone.
I was just petrified, I can't move, I can't do anything, just standing there in shock, watching my dying mom struggle to live, my hands and body were shaking, adrenaline rushing through me, mind blank as people begin to block my view now, trying to get my mom off the ground and take her to the hospital, the driver was also in shock, he doesn't look like he was drunk, his eyes were clear and bright, but already getting wet now as he placed both of his hands in his head, my heartbeat increased, pounding so hard that it felt like it might end up bursting out of my chest, the fast beat getting on the way of my breathing, blocking my lungs from taking in air, what just happened?.
We're now inside the man's car, he drove us to the hospital, I can see his hands unstable on the starring while he was driving, he was in fear and shock for what just happened, and for me, I haven't gotten back to my full senses, I am still lost in thought for what just took place before me.
She was carried on the stretcher as the nurses were rushing to take her to the room, I was holding the side of the stretcher too, rushing in with them, not wanting to take my eyes off my mom, not even for a slight seconds, until one of the nurses then blocked me immediately we got to the entrance door of the room.
I looked up at her in shock, rage washing through me, what is she doing?, Why is she holding me back from going in there to look after my mom, I tried to force my way in, but she didn't allow me. I'm a ten years old boy who lives with his mom, I don't know my father because she never got married, I never asked her though because I don't want things to get worse than it was, she's trying to make me have a better Life and live well, trying hard to provide all I need, trying hard to see that I don't happen to feel the absence of a father, but there is things you can never control, things that are just there within us, waiting for the right time to spill.
I have always been curious to know who my father was, my classmates makes joke of me because I don't know my father, they call me all sort of names, the always get to me whenever they brings my father up, and I have been living in that agony all this while because I just don't want my mom to feel unworthy for all she has been doing for me, trying to provide for me and making sure that I at least get what other children have.
I angrily pushed the nurse away, despite my age, I was able to get her out of my path, but was grabbed from behind by the man who has come with us to the hospital, his arms were around my body, taking me up to the air where my feets were no longer on the floor, my back resting on his chest as he too was trying to stop me from going in.
“ Let go of me!.... Let go of me!..…”, I screamed on top of my voice, trying to break free from his arms, tears beginning to flow down from my eyes as the pains of not seeing my mom multiplied, the man never let me go, he held me that way until he was seated, the nurse stood up from the floor where I had pushed her down, she cleaned herself up and then walked away from there, throwing me an angry look.
I didn't know all that happened, but I happened to wake up lying on the hospital bench, no longer locked in on the man's hold, he was sitting next to me as I kept my eyes up watching him.
“ Hello child..... you're awake ”, he tried touching my hair, but I pushed his hand away, staring him right in the eyes. “ Look son, I'm really sorry, I didn't saw your mom coming, she just stepped into the road way and I happened to be driving past there, it was never intentional, I am really sorry for causing you so much pain....”. He was begging.
I wasn't actually listening to whatever it was he was saying, I was just staring at the man who knocked mom down, and now I am not sure whether my mom will get to be alive or not, I am just scared, scared of what the future holds.
“ Take.... I got you something to eat if you....”, I pushed his hand away, the burger in his hand falling to the floor, I can't be eating when my mom wasn't, I don't know the situation she's in, why should I be eating?.
I didn't look away from the man's face, as if I was trying to memorize the face that just multiplied our suffering, he might actually not know what he had done, but if this get out of hand and my mom doesn't get back on her feets, he sure wouldn't be expecting the result of his actions.