Scarred.

Accidents are a part of life. They can happen anytime, anywhere. It’s just that some of them are easy to forget. While others leave scars on the body, and sometimes, even on the soul, to remember for a lifetime.

– Sarah Rashid. 

She lay there with her nose and the side of her head bleeding. The car that almost hit her bicycle and caused her to tumble down the slope, gone. A good show the driver must have gotten. Seeing how she tried to avoid colliding with the car which in turn caused her to lose control over her bicycle and sent her flying and hitting the ground, Her and the bicycle laying apart now. Her spectacles broken and laying somewhere far away from her. She did not have a particularly good vision without them.

Till now even the cars that were passing by began to slow down. No, they did not stop. They were just curious to see an injured girl with a little too much blood on her face. Maybe they thought she was strong enough to manage it all by herself, even when it was hard for her to stand up with both her knees bleeding, but they did not know that right? Yes, that felt much better.

She heard two or three children crying from a little far away. Did she look that terrifying with the blood on her face? Turns out they were crying because, well, she was hurt and they felt bad. ‘Finally!’ a part of her screamed out. The children that looked around five to six years old helped her stand up. One of them got her broken glasses from the side of the road. ‘Finally!’ she thought again. It felt good to be able to clearly see the mess she was in right now. Time to take actions.

She thanked her little saviors and convinced them that she’ll be fine but they stayed. Her head was aching. She noticed that her elbow had the nastiest wound. She was unable to move her left thumb and her nose was bleeding profusely. She was really near to her house but she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to walk back. So, finally a thought graced it’s presence. Time to make some use of that unnecessarily expensive birthday gift. 

She took out the mobile which was thankfully in her backpack, undamaged, and called her mum. Not wanting to make her worry, she just told her that she had fallen from her bicycle and the legs are hurt. But her Mum, as usual, got hyped and sent her brother on the way to where she was, telling her to keep talking on the phone till he reaches her.

Luck finally kicked in and as her brother reached her and loudly admitted with a gasp that the mess was indeed a bit too much, her elder sister came from the opposite side as well, and her Mum, obviously having heard the ongoing discussion on the phone wasted no time to reach her as well.Yayy to the ultimate family reunion. 
And well folks, the rest is all history. The family walked their way to the clinic and the girl was confirmed to have a metacarpal fracture, mild brain concussion and some really ‘scar worthy’ wounds here and there.

 End of the story, as she walked back home and crossed the place where the above series of unfortunate events happened, like her falling down, people actually slowing down but never stopping to help an injured girl, She saw some blood, her blood there and at that exact moment, did she realize, even with an unstable mind condition, that her so called hope was losing. That humanity is indeed on the verge of extinction and even when knew she had to save that from happening, she had no clue on how to. And little did she also realize that a person like her, sure didn’t deserve to be disappointed in the way she was that day.

***Drum roll*** 

 *Theeeee End*

– Based on true events *Smirks*

-Sarah Rashid

-Peace ✌

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