15 years passed by and had no where to go. Nobody would seems to talk to me because of what happened. The whole town knows what I have done. Wherever I go, no one will accept me if I applied for a job coz they said that I had a bad image to the public. Homeless, Hungry.
My life, wasted, just a blink of an eye and its gone. I wish I could just go back and make things right. You will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than the things you do; I didn't understand what that meant until I have realized that its too late.
Until that very day, something very significant happening brought upon me. When I walking under the bridge, a sort of heart disfunction occurred to me, I was strangling to death. My vision slowly fading and can no longer see even with my eyes wide open. My legs and arms go limp and numb, and felt very heavy that I can no longer move them. The noise around me sounds far away and distant, and soon it fades to nothing.
My last split second of thoughts is one of fear and regret about dying and missing out on everything that will come after I have passed away and will never be alive and living in the world again.
I remember seeing the world through my eyes, then being pulled backwards quickly through darkness; like going through a very long tunnel backwards, or something like backwards through a dimension of nothingness.
"Paul!"
"Hey Paul wake up" I heard a voice from a distant getting closer.
Then I suddenly woke up, feels so dizzy and nauseous.
"Fix your bed and eat you breakfast that I prepared for you".
My vision was unclear and couldn't find out whats going on.
"Are you alright son?"
It was my mother and it looks like I'm in a bed. I was confused of what is happening
"Get up now Paul or you will gonna be late." My mother said.
"Late? Late for what?" I whispered in my mind.
"You will gonna miss the school bus if you are not getting up"
To be continued...
