Wow. Today has been god damn hot, hasn't it?
I spent an hour tonight redo-ing the composition on the topic, Regret. I decided to redo it because I feel very unsatisfied with the exam version of it I did last Friday. TOTALLY NO TIME TO WRITE CANNN! I'm gonna post it here okie? Then I shall print it out and let Ms. Wong read it tomorrow.
REGRET
I trudged up the stairs lifelessly, heading for my room. Closing the door silently behind me, I slumped to the floor and hugged my knees close to my chest. As I sat, I waited. Waited for the crippling pain to come as I stared blankly ahead. Soon enough, my vision blurred and tears started streaming down my cheeks uncontrollably. I hurriedly wiped them away, only to find more from where it came from. And finally, the guilt and pain I’ve been trying to contain for so long ripped itself out of my mangled heart, and I closed my eyes in defeat.
Three months ago, my life was perfect. I had good friends, a loving family, and I had found the love of my life. His name was Edward. We met at a party and hit off right from the very beginning. Soon enough, we started dating and just as everyone thought, we were a perfect couple. I was irrevocably in love with him, and he loved me just as much. Life was perfect back then. However, things between us started turning sour in the last three weeks. The relentless sun had been shining mercilessly recently, and the hot weather must have made us both hot tempered. We got into quarrels over the most trivial things, and sometimes I wouldn’t even speak to him for days. There were times where I even wished he would just die and leave me alone.
I winced at the last thought.
Then came the fateful day. Unlike most days, the skies were overcast with thick, dark clouds that threatened to rain any moment. The wind was unusually fierce and it made the weather look ominous. I was at home alone, ignoring Edward’s calls after a fight in the morning as usual, when I heard a gentle knock on the front door. I ran to the door, hearing it creak as I opened it, and was shocked to see Edward standing in front of me, smiling repentantly. In his hands he held a single rose, and it was obvious that he was trying to patch things back between us. But being the stubborn, immature girl that I am, I wasn’t going to let him off that easy. I glared at him wordlessly and stalked past him, banging the door shut behind me. My pace quickened as I started looking for the best route to avoid him. I ran out to the road in front of my house and stopped when I heard him call my name. I had brilliantly prepared a small piece of scolding which I was ready to lash it out at him the moment our eyes met, but all these was forgotten in an instant when I heard an ear splitting horn. I whipped to my left in shock, and froze when I saw what was coming for me.
The menacing figure of a huge truck was moving towards me in full speed, and I was frozen in place. Fear had made muscles tense and locked down in place, and my efforts to move were futile. Behind me, I heard Edward gasp in horror. Amidst all the chaos, there was a small voice in the back of my head, telling me that this was it. I was going to die in a few seconds. As I stared horridly at the incoming vehicle, I braced myself for the impact. Then, I heard the one and only voice which could reach me in that endless, horrifying moment. Edward shouted my name for the last time and at the same time, I felt a rough but determined push. Then, everything happened so quickly. I fell on the rough pavement, just inches away from the truck, and I heard a loud crash. Stunned, I ignored the cuts and scrapes on my bleeding hands and slowly turned around. Then, my world came crashing down on me as comprehension flickered across my face. All I could do was to let my eyes linger over Edward’s bloody face, and to mumble incoherently to myself. For one last time, I entwined my fingers through Edward’s lifeless ones, and collapsed when I resigned to the fact that Edward had died in my place, a result of my reckless and stupid behavior, leaving me with the biggest regret of my life.
