Prologue : The wish

It was drizzling, a light rain, as clouds blanket the skies a soft cool breeze flew to my face as I watch the rushing crowd of people. Holding a box of miscalaneous office items. It was the afternoon rush hour, everyone is going home to their own warm homes. Thinking about it?

"Jobless again." I sigh in lamentation of my plight.

It was just few months I'm in the job yet it feels like something is boring a hole in my skull. I just did what is supposed to be done, made a few to many errors I guess. It is a bit sad but it's nothing uncommon.

I walk right to the pedestrian lane along with people, discolored like the world is in gray-scale. I have no motivation, no dreams, no ambition maybe that's why I was told to leave and not just because of some errors I made, after all those errors are common to newbies.

"I wish things have been different." I mutter under my breath.

How I wished for a different way my life turned out to be. I thought of how the lives of some people turned out to be. I even got envious of animals, they just do what they ought to do without this negative thinking. I envy those people with motivation, those with ambition. Here I am just a sad and useless burden.

Right there and then I saw skid marks in the road, I hear nothing but loud ringing in my ears, I tasted something like iron I guess. I'm so confused and dizzy I immediately stood up and saw a man wearing same clothes as mine.

"Oh my God! what the hell!" I say.

People were screaming and shouting, while I am looking at the bloody and mangled body in front of me. I can't help but stare at it as if something is compelling me to see who is it? I tried to move my . . . body?

"Ahhh! I have no hands!" I scream in a horrific pitch I didn't know I was capable of.

"Help! Heelpp! Hheeellpp!" I screamed for help! but no one seems to care. I tried to yell again, but I stopped when I heard Wee! Woo! Wee! Woo! Wee! Woo! I saw an ambulance rushing over.

I thought that maybe they already seen me and that help is already on their way, then I saw medics rush over to my position I felt a huge wave of relief. I didn't say anything when I saw them bring a single stretcher over and place it near the man near me his blood dripping with fleshy bits strewn on the ground. Where any other person would had puked and felt nauseous, I felt nothing like a veteran medic who seen all sorts of human disaster, somehow it only made me curious. I felt guilty of thinking this way, I even forgot the part that I have no visible hands. I stare at the man as they reach out to him. It is so compelling, it is like I became a child that is so eager to open his birthday gifts. The medics then checked his pulse, carefully lift him up, place him in the stretcher and fix in the right position.