final vision.
There was a truck for supplies for 7-11 at AMK Hub. And while waiting for the traffic lights to cross, a taxi stopped about a metre behind the truck while the passenger paid and alighted.
Just as the taxi right turns around the truck, an oncoming 268 crashed into the side of the taxi, bouncing it back to the edge of the truck. People immediately ducked and scrambled to avoid the debris.
I expected something to happen when the taxi was parked behind the truck. The left window of the front passenger seat shatters open and a piece of hand-length glass went into my face, horizontally. I didn’t know what happened then. It went black for me.
When I woke up, it was a cool and soft bed that I felt, definitely not mine. I know I was awake, but could not open my eyes to confirm. As I tried to move my eyeballs, a sharp pain echoed through my head right into my brains.
A female voice held me by my shoulders and said, ‘Hey, don’t worry. Everything will be fine.’ I shot back a question immediately, ‘Will I see again?’ She asked me to wait while she gets the doctor to explain.
‘The possibility of you seeing again is close to zero. I don’t want to give you false hope. So I will tell you.. no. Sorry.’ says another female voice.
Falling back to the bed, it was some time again before I heard my parents’ voice, mum in a sobbing tone. ‘ShuaiXun, 你以后还可以做什么？’ (translate into, what can do you in the future?)
I didn’t say a word. All that’s running through my mind is her. She finally got her freedom. Even if I wanted to see her again, I will never be able to. Feeling relieved something took action to solved the problem once and for all.
I told my mum what to return to her, what number to call so she could come and pick her things. My brother pushed a handphone into my hand, but I know I had no more use for it.
Lying back onto the bed, my brother passed me a metal piece of gadget. It was my laptop. I could feel the keys, I could feel the air vents. It had the most familiar keyboard I ever felt.
As this entry is typed, my brother spell-checked for me. Making sure I am able to convey what I want to convey. Goodnight world. Maybe not seeing anything will open my heart up. Goodnight to her. I will never see her face again.
As much as I want to cry, I cannot. As much as I want to feel my eyes again, I never will.
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