4:45 PM.
At the park.
A girl near the cotton candy cart wearing a flowery yellow dress holding a red balloon in her right hand.
That's what I wrote in my notepad from the moment I woke up. Suddenly, I found myself grabbing my jacket and cap in my closet hurriedly running toward the park that was only two blocks away from home.
Funny how I call it home when I live alone. It was my first time stepping outside because I usually had my necessities delivered at home. Better not ask me where I got my money when in fact I'm a jobless freak. Okay, I'll tell you, I got it by winning the lottery but only I, knows about it.
I don't have any friends nor family to share the happenings in my life. I'm a total loner.
When I arrived at the park, I easily spotted the kid near the cotton candy cart. Everything was the same with what I wrote, she was indeed wearing a flowery yellow dress while holding a red balloon in her hand.
I checked the time, it was 4:42.
I took a step closer to the little girl, I just stood a meter away from the child while silently observing and preparing myself for what might happen. My curiosity was bothering me. I can't wait to find out if what I've seen in my dream would really happen.
I looked at my watch, it's exactly 4:45.
When I looked ahead, I saw a speeding car heading towards the direction of the girl, it was not slowing down. The next thing I knew was that I ran towards the kid and pulled her out of the way. The car crashed into the nearest tree. And before the mother of the child could go near me, I deserted the place right away. When I got home, I immediately packed my things. It was as if someone was controlling me. I made a phone call before I bought my plane ticket. I didn't expect that I'll be going out of the country in the least expected day.
I quietly sat next to two Indian men who were wearing Hawaiian shirts and cowboy hats.
"Is it really going to happen? Please help me prevent it." I whispered to myself.
After 20 minutes on air, I saw two more Indian men walked in. As far as I know, there were 13 of them. And just like what I presumed, they brought up their guns shouting that we were hijacked. I remained calm as one of their men draw closer to me. He pointed his gun at me telling me to give him my watch. He was about to knock me off with his gun when I stamped on his foot hardly and took the gun from him in a speed of light.
"Put your gun down, you son of a b*tch!" the bald man shouted in a hard english accent but I just smirked at him.
"No-uh. I think I should be the one saying that to you," and before they could move an inch, the police officers who were dressed like civilians got them outnumbered. I let out a deep sigh. I succeeded without causing much trouble.
I think you're wondering how I saw this coming.
To tell you the fact, I have an extrasensory perception...or what we usually call
THE SIXTH SENSE.
