Enchanted Salvation

5. The Accident

ADRIKA POV

This past week has been the absolute worst. I can't even put into words how much pain and sadness I've been feeling.

It's like I've been thrown into a never-ending nightmare, and I can't
wake up from it. Sometimes it feels like the world is against me, like I'm destined to suffer.

It's just so hard to keep going when everything feels so dark and hopeless.

It's like a piece of me has been taken away, and I don't know if I'll ever get it back. There's a longing for understanding and support, a desire for someone to truly empathize with my pain. But the sad part is that I have no one to understand.

Despite it all, there's a glimmer of hope buried deep within, a tiny spark that keeps me going, even when everything feels unbearable.

While I was thinking, I got distracted by my alarm which was on snooze. Today I woke up feeling a mix of emotions as I remember that I have an interview today.

But the coziness of my bed tempts me to stay a little longer. I take a deep breath and slowly stretch, trying to shake off
any lingering sleepiness.

I grabbed my phone to turn off the alarm Because it was playing so loudly that if it had played for a little longer I would have become deaf. I checked the time, realizing that I need to get ready soon.

As I finally muster the energy to get out of bed, I head to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. The warm liquid soothes my nerves and helps me feel more centered.

I take a few sips, allowing the comforting warmth to spread through my body. But this comfort cost me a lot. Like I am
literally running out of time.

I quickly grabbed my outfit. I was wearing a shirt that hugged my figure just right, accentuating my curves in a tasteful way. The pants are tailored to perfection, giving me a sleek and polished look.

The outfit is in a flattering color that compliments my complexion. I was looking at myself in front of the mirror until my attention went to the clock above my mirror.

Oh gosh, it's like a total nightmare! I'm running so late for this interview and I can feel my heart racing. I immediately picked up my sandwich from the dining table and frantically searched for
my keys and tried to remember where I put my portfolio.

My mind is racing with thoughts of traffic and getting stuck in the worst possible scenarios. I'm trying to stay calm, but the stress is definitely getting to me.

I'm rushing towards the company for my interview. Talk about stress!

I'm dodging people left and right, trying not to bump into anyone. My hair is a mess from the wind, and I can feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead.

I have reached the cab now and now finally heading towards it. When everything is going bad, India's traffic will also spoil your work.

I was not very far from the company and then I had to face a lot of traffic and the traffic was not showing signs of ending. So I finally decided to go on foot.

As I speed walk down the street, my heart is pounding in my chest. I keep checking the time on my phone, hoping I can make up for lost minutes.

My mind is racing with thoughts of what I might miss out on if I don't make it in time.

I reached the entrance of the company. I take a deep breath to calm my nerves and fix my hair as best as I can.

I walk through the doors with as much confidence as I can muster, hoping that
my tardiness won't overshadow my qualifications.