There have always been flashes of memories of my dear friend, Zach, shelved in my mind. I can still remembered that incident vividly, as if it happened yestereday. As a matter of fact, it happened ten years ago. Zach and I were very close friends, but that day, death separated us.
“Is everyone set?” Zach asked. Everyone including me nodded in high-spirits. It was another Sunday and we were doing our usual thing, cycling. As soon as we were about to set off, Zach was already cycling at break-neck speed. During the cycle, Zach said that he was feeling a little fatigue and wanted to head to the back of the group. But that was when disaster struck.
At that time, a bus, after being fully loaded with passengers started changing lanes to head down the stretch of road. And before anyone knew it, Zach was thrown head first on the road due to the massive wheel of the bus that had come in contact with Zach’s bicycle. Unfortunately, Zach fell right below the bus’s right front whet and he was dragged to about seven metres from his bicycle, leaving nothing but a stain of fresh red blood on the road.
The noise from the bus’s engines had completely covered Zach’s excruciating screams of pain. The bus swerved to the side of the road and stopped, leaving Zach’s scream to pierce through the air. We heard his screams and we swerved to stop. We ran to scene and to our horror, I found Zach lying under the bus on a pool of blood. His upper body was stripped bare of his clothes and his skin was torn to the flesh. Passers-by immediately dialled for the ambulance.
In no longer than fifteen minutes the wailing of sirens could be heard in the distance. The ambulance arrived at the scene and extricated him by lifting the bus with air bags. We were sent into the ambulance and we waited for the ambulance to reach to the nearest hospital as his life hanged in the balance.
At last, we had reached the hospital. The nurses rushed Zach into the “OR” Operating Room. I wanted to follow but, the nurses pushed me back even before I took a step into the room. They told me to wait for them and that they would do their best to save Zach. I obediently stepped back and took a seat on one of the benches located near the “OR”. I prayed for what felt as an eternity before the doctor came out. The doctor sighed and shook his head before heading back into the room. I could not believe it. Zach was dead. Tears flowed freely down my cheeks as memories of Zach and I flashed in front of my eyes. Out friendship….all gone. He had left this world leaving me behind….all thanks to that bus driver! That….that insolent fool! I clenched my fists. But I knew it was not going to help. Poor Zach, I am sorry that you died and I wish you a happy life, I thought….
That day left me with hatred and sorrow that scarred my heart dearly. Zach thanks you for all the friendship and love you have given me. I will never forget you……
“Is everyone set?” Zach asked. Everyone including me nodded in high-spirits. It was another Sunday and we were doing our usual thing, cycling. As soon as we were about to set off, Zach was already cycling at break-neck speed. During the cycle, Zach said that he was feeling a little fatigue and wanted to head to the back of the group. But that was when disaster struck.
At that time, a bus, after being fully loaded with passengers started changing lanes to head down the stretch of road. And before anyone knew it, Zach was thrown head first on the road due to the massive wheel of the bus that had come in contact with Zach’s bicycle. Unfortunately, Zach fell right below the bus’s right front whet and he was dragged to about seven metres from his bicycle, leaving nothing but a stain of fresh red blood on the road.
The noise from the bus’s engines had completely covered Zach’s excruciating screams of pain. The bus swerved to the side of the road and stopped, leaving Zach’s scream to pierce through the air. We heard his screams and we swerved to stop. We ran to scene and to our horror, I found Zach lying under the bus on a pool of blood. His upper body was stripped bare of his clothes and his skin was torn to the flesh. Passers-by immediately dialled for the ambulance.
In no longer than fifteen minutes the wailing of sirens could be heard in the distance. The ambulance arrived at the scene and extricated him by lifting the bus with air bags. We were sent into the ambulance and we waited for the ambulance to reach to the nearest hospital as his life hanged in the balance.
At last, we had reached the hospital. The nurses rushed Zach into the “OR” Operating Room. I wanted to follow but, the nurses pushed me back even before I took a step into the room. They told me to wait for them and that they would do their best to save Zach. I obediently stepped back and took a seat on one of the benches located near the “OR”. I prayed for what felt as an eternity before the doctor came out. The doctor sighed and shook his head before heading back into the room. I could not believe it. Zach was dead. Tears flowed freely down my cheeks as memories of Zach and I flashed in front of my eyes. Out friendship….all gone. He had left this world leaving me behind….all thanks to that bus driver! That….that insolent fool! I clenched my fists. But I knew it was not going to help. Poor Zach, I am sorry that you died and I wish you a happy life, I thought….
That day left me with hatred and sorrow that scarred my heart dearly. Zach thanks you for all the friendship and love you have given me. I will never forget you……
By Bryan 16Jul08
