Dread

A couple of days ago, I got stuck at the Old Klang Road on my morning run to work. There was a little jam and as I inched forward towards the intersection, I saw what caused it.

It was a collision between two motorbikes. Three men were standing around the crash site and one person -- I couldn't tell if it was a man or woman -- was lying on the road, motionless. One of the three men was frantically on the phone, probably calling for help.

All the cars inched by, and none did stop. Neither did I, even though I passed right by it.

I was torn whether to stop or to go. I wanted to help but I was afraid of getting involved. As I left the scene, so many questions entered my head -- what if it was me there? would anyone stop to help? would i get to the hospital alive? what if it was zane? or moses? why didn't i stop? why didn't anyone?

The scene haunted me the whole day and I wondered about the people involved in the accident, whether they were safe.

I felt bad that I didn't want to get involved. I just couldn't shake the awful feeling about that.