Lies took the elevator.
Truth took the stairs.
Both arrived and met Revelation.
Jane killed a family in a car accident. Depressive and accustomed to self-harm, she decides to go back to where her life toppled upside down. Jane doesn't know what to e...
*unclimbable wall, something that can't be overcome (slang)
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What am I doing?
I don't know, but I'm doing it.
I'm pulling this woman's lifeless body with all my might.
What is my intent?
Am I really saving this woman?
I concentrate on swimming because it's the only thing to do.
The police are waiting on the riverbank. The paramedics are there too, and they immediately place her on a stretcher.
A perfect déja vu, except this time the woman's eyes don't open.
I climb into the ambulance.
"Do you know her?" The paramedic asks.
"Aniyo [no], I don't know this person."
I'm not in denial; it's the truth. I have no clue who the person on the stretcher is, and I never did.
No, I thought I knew and understood, but I was wrong.
The paramedic places a bandage on her head; there's a weak pulse she needs surgery.
As soon as we arrive, they take Jane to the block.
A doctor checks on my state in the emergency ward and then frees me.
I can leave, but I don't. My feet walk me to that place, the waiting room where family members sit.
What am I doing here?
I have no clue; I'm lost, and I start to assess the last 48hours.
Forty-eight hours ago, I had a lover, someone I learned to love beyond comparison. A woman whose persistent appearances in my life made me believe our encounter was destiny, a divine plan to grant me happiness.
Forty-eight hours later, I discover that my so-called fate was a Makaveli ploy, in which I don't know what twisted intent. The woman I loved is now a murderer, the killer of a loving mother, father, and brother.
A nurse stops in front of me, "Peojabun, are you okay? Can someone bring me a bin?"
I vomit again and again.
I want to die; the gun had two bullets, one for the driver and one for me. I should try to find it and kill myself.
I can't live on with this sin and feeling of having betrayed my family and myself.
It's her fault.
An hour later, her parents arrive; both of their faces seem grave. The redheaded woman is hysterical; she follows every person coming out of the blocks, whereas the man sits a few rows in front of me.
