All Because of an Accident|

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BEFORE I WENT to sleep, I had set my alarm clock extra early for today. I usually only did that just to feel the joy of going back to sleep, but I actually had a reason for it this morning. One that I almost forgot.

When it went off a second time, I slammed it down in frustration. I began to rack my brain to the reason why I had set it on repeat. My eyes widened and I jolted up from my bed as I remembered.

I had scheduled a very important job interview. It was the only way I wouldn't get evicted. There was absolutely no way in hell I'm letting this place go, it's all I have left that reminds me of them.

Once I snap out of my daydreaming state, I walk into my small closet and search for a professional but stylish outfit. I lay it neatly on my bed and walk into my bathroom. I turn the handle to the shower on, letting it heat up as I undress and struggle to fit a newly opened shower cap on my head.

When my curly hair fits under the cap, I step into the shower and let the water wash over my skin.

After I shower,  I wipe my body dry and apply necessary skin care products. After a good fifteen to thirty minutes of drying, oiling and styling my hair, I put on my black top and tuck it into my grey skirt. I slung my matching coat around my shoulders and fit on my black heels.

I sit in front of my vanity, carefully putting in my brown contacts. I love my body and myself but when I go out in public, people stare at my eyes. I can never have a civil conversation with anyone without them commenting on my eyes.

After 20 years of the starring, it's honestly annoying.

I just thought for my interview, I would be normal. Since I'm dark skinned, most people think it's unnatural for dark skinned people to have any eye color other then black or brown.

I exit my room and head down the short flight of stairs. As I pass my kitchen I grab an apple that was placed in the fruit bowl on my kitchen island.

I take quick bites before trashing the core in my trash can. I grab my bag and start heading to the bus stop before I'm late.

I'm currently speed walking towards the bus stop because I don't own a car. And if you're wondering why I don't own a car it's because um... I don't know how to drive.

Anyways..

As I walk down the cracked sidewalk, I come across a cross walk. I wait patiently at the cross as I look around. No one else was in sight, but I could hear the laughter of children from the park a few blocks away.

I slightly smile at the thought as I pull out my phone to check the time. I furrow my eyebrows as my eyes trace the white numbers on my phone which displayed the time.

I sigh as I realize that I have less than an hour and a half to get there. I cannot be late to this interview. It's the only job in my area that can pay enough to keep me from living in a motel.

Ah, I'm sooo broke!

I try and distract myself with games on my phone after I look up at the flashing sign that tells me 'Do Not Walk'. There wasn't a car in sight, which only infuriated me more.

I stood there for a good fifteen minutes before I heard a loud, repeated honk. I look up to see a large truck.

My eyes instantly memorizes it. It's something I've been able to do, noticing small details and remembering them.

The large, white truck with bold blue and green letters imprinted on the side, naming a company. The silver rim of the vehicle shining as it travels down the street, getting closer.

I was about to look back down to play my game before my eyes glanced a few feet down the street. In the middle of the road stood a small figure, barely old enough to be 4 feet tall.

My eyes widened when I realize the kid was in the path of the raging truck. I turned my head back to the truck, only to see it getting closer and closer.

I was utterly confused.

Why the hell did this man not stop driving?! He had enough time to stop before he hits the kid!

Without another thought, my legs carried me towards the boy. I had dropped everything I was carrying, them smashing onto the sidewalk.

I ran to him and jumped, stretching my arms as far as they could to grab him. As I reach him I automatically pull him to my chest, twisting our bodies in the air so he would land on me and my back would land on the pavement.

Thank God there weren't any other cars in the next lane or we would've been fucked!

I pant heavily as I continue holding him close. I realize what just happened and a small tear slips from my eye.

I- we could've died.

I just risked my life in a heartbeat to save this kid, and I did it without a second thought. And as someone who constantly overthinks everything, that's a big deal.

As the kid pushed himself up and looked at me, I wondered;

'Would I have done this for anyone else? What if it wasn't a kid?'