I'm frozen in the middle of the road staring at headlights. I know I should be afraid, or at least feel the urgency to move.
But time seems to slow down and all I can feel coursing through my veins is one emotion.
I savour that one moment, when time doesn't exist.
The car is far enough away so that I'm not dead for certain, but the possibility is still there- the car will not stop,
that the driver will not see me in time- and then I'm lying on the ground and tomorrow will never happen. In this split second, everything and nothing flashes in my mind.
I think if there is life after death. I think of people I love. I think of what is waiting for me on the other side of the road. I think about how it might feel, if I don't move in one second.
I look into the glare of the light and I know that there will be no more sadness, no more emptiness, no more running and chasing, trying not to get lost. Trying to stay alive.
And then my friend is yelling from across the street, "What the fuck bitch, move, do you want to die?
" And I probably say something like, "You wish, you dumb fuck," and it's back to running again.
The moment is all but gone; a dream that you immediately forget about when you wake up in the morning.
But it happened, and it stays there in the back of your mind, even when you reach the other side of the road.