Prologue

'For someone who cannot stand up to his bullies, where the heck did I find the courage to save a little girl from being run over by a bus.' I thought, lying in the pool of my blood. 

The funniest thing was as I took the last few breaths of my life I couldn't help but worry whether the little girl I tried to save was safe or not. 

'Since when did I start caring about others,' I thought to myself remembering that, today, before leaving the house, I yelled at my mother for making the same breakfast two days in a row. 

That woman gave birth to me and took care of me for the entire 17 years of my life without any complaints, you would believe I would be more considerate of her than a random stranger. 

Thinking about it, I don't think I care about the little girl, I just want to know that my death was not meaningless. The little girl owes me that much since I lost my life trying to save her. 

'Why is it taking so long to die?'  I complained not because I was in a hurry to die nor because the pain was unbearable, I complained because I did not want the regret of saving the little girl to be the last thought I had before leaving this world. 

'Finally,' I sighed as I began to lose consciousness…

But awakened feeling pressure on my chest. I opened my eyes to find two young paramedics giving me CPR. The male executed the chest compression and the female performed the breath of life.

'Thank god it's a girl, I knew it, no good deed goes unrewarded,' I mentally cheered knowing my first and last kiss was with a lovely woman and not a guy.   

It was amazing how the hormones in my teenage body didn't rest even when I drew the last few breaths of my life. 

"He is awake… he has lost too much blood… heart rate is decreasing… we have to get him to the hospital now." 

My consciousness was blurry, I could barely keep my eyes open and hardly understood what the paramedics were screaming but the conclusion was what I already knew, that I won't live to tell this story to my friends. 

Knowing that I was running out of time, I gathered all the energy I could to mumble out the words weighing on my mind, "Mom, I love your cooking..." hoping the lovely paramedic would pass it on to my mom. 

"Time of death, 4:44."