fears

Day 7, Tuesday: The thing(s) you're most afraid of

How convient that this prompt was on a Tuesday, because surely I can ramble all about this one!

First, here's a nonstandard list (not in order):

+ Birds: I've never seen 'The Birds' but I can image it's would be my worse nightmare)

+ Choking/Suffocation: If you want sympathy from me, just cough)

+ Aaaaaand... a crosswalk

To make things quick, I'm going to sum up the story for you.

Last semester semester, two weeks before finals, the apartment was having Internet issues. And since I was in a time scrunch, I wasn't going to just sit around for the Internet to fix itself. As I was walking to cross the street to campus, I witness a girl get hit by the car. As a girl who also saw the accident and I observed the scene, I recognized a backpack on the road. My head started churning and I right then realized that it was my roommate that got hit by the car. Then the whole event became real because my head didn't process anything really at that point. 

I remember praying. I remember crying. I can still hear my roommate's screaming. I remember police sirens. And that few speckles of blood on the ground. It's a scene out of a action movie, except it was much spookier.

In case you were wondering, my roommate is fine now. Since she did land on on her face, she did get a tooth knocked out. Numerous root canals. And other surgery maneuvers. Because of the accident however, she couldn't come to school this semester. Instead she's getting married!! Yay! 

Why did I share this story?

I said I was afraid of crosswalks didn't I?

Every time I approach a crosswalk sometimes I have the hugest freak outs, especially watching another student cross and the car comes to an abrupt stop at the crosswalk. If you catch me a few feet away from crossing the road mumbling "no no no nononono," just know that I am ok and not crazy.

I remember what happened that night. And I just don't want to see a scene like that again. Not for another student and especially not for myself.

Soooo... there you have it! What are your fears?

p.s. thank you friends, family, and teachers the night of the accident who were patient with me. Who consoled me. And who listened to me. Oh yes. And for helping and caring for my poor roommate.