He opened his eyes with great difficultly and then blinked again as his eyes adjusted to the bright light before them, the rays of the sun falling directly over them. Slowly he registered his surroundings. Where was he? His head hurt,he brought his hand to touch his forehead and brought back his hand only to find blood.Slowly, he turns his head towards the window and what he saw brought back all the memories. The bus had been in an accident. The beautiful chirpy girl that was seated next to him now lay unconscious. "Was she ok?" The first thought that came to his mind. He looked around the bus that had now been reduced to a complete wreck.
The windows of the bus were shattered their shards all over the place, glittering due to the light of the sun. There was utter chaos all over the place. The passengers of the bus were either unconscious or dead. Gulping the lump in his throat he checked the breath of the girl next to him. Relief ran through his veins as he realized she was probably unconscious. He shook her a little, in hopes that she would wake up from her uncertain slumber.
Finding a water bottle nearby, he sprinkled some of the water on her face.She stirred awake and soon her expression turned to one that of horror as she looked at her surroundings. Tears sprung into her eyes and her hand flew to her mouth on its own accord. "W..where are we?" She squeaked with difficulty.
"The bus had an accident.." He told her relatively calm. 'How was this man so calm?' She thought to herself. As she turned in her seat the bus moved, resembling the motion of a see-saw. As she looked out of the window she realized that the bus was hanging on the edge of the highway and the view down was that of a river. She shook with fear. "We need to get out of hear" said Asad determinedly, his jaw stern, as he grit his teeth, trying to figure out the way out of the bus. She nodded. Then realization struck.
"Wait!" She exclaimed.
"Now what?" He growled.
"We can't just leave all these people here?" She said pointing to the mass of bodies lying on the most effected side of the bus.
"Miss.. Uh.." He didn't know her last name.
"Siddiqui" she said.
"Miss Siddiqui" he acknowledged. " I understand your sentiments and I don't want to to either but these people don't look alive to me.. " he said looking at the dead bodies. "Besides we both need medical attention right now" he said pointing to her furiously bleeding arm and his terribly wounded forehead and winced as he moved his head.
"So then why didn't you leave without me?" She inquired him, her eyes looking in his expecting an answer. Well, he didn't know the answer to that either, so he decided to ignore the question.
He stood up carefully, holding his balance lest the bus moved. He took trained, careful and calm steps. "Miss Siddiqui?" He asked,motioning her to join him.
She shook her head in denial, her tears making a reappearance. She was scared.
"No." She murmured.
"Miss Siddiqui, are you scared?" He asked, concerned.
And then the lioness in her woke up. " Why.. Why would I be scared?" She asked him sputtering but still not wanting to accept her fear.
He offered her his hand. She looked at it, then he slowly nodded his head. Encouraging her to hold his hand. She looked at him uncertainly. A few more minutes she looked at his earnest eyes, compelling her to trust him and she did.
However, she handed him the injured arm and when she tried standing up to take it's support,the weak arm failed and pain shot through her arm as she let out a tortured cry and she fell down on the seat again with a thud. "Miss Siddiqui!" He leaned in to help her and the old already dangling vehicle swinger again, it's metal parts squeaking. "This is why I said we need medical attention" he told her, as if saying ' I told you so '. She glared at him, her big eyes popping out in anger.
After two more of try's of getting Zoya up, they eventually reached the emergency exit that opened up on the highway. The bus now tilting completely to the opposite side. Zoya's breath stuck in her throat, as Asad pushed her forward to jump on the highway. As she did so, the bus squeaked again now on the verge of falling when Asad almost lost her balance but Zoya tightened her hold on him, managing to get him off the wagon of doom.
" We should call 911" Zoya suggested as soon as they got stable. Asad simply nodded his head and was about to get his phone out of pocked when the bus squealed and the creaked and then the it's tires slipped off the piece of land and fell into its inevitable doom. Zoya screamed horrified, as Asad closed his eyes sending a prayer on those who had become a victim to the incident. Few minutes, Zoya's cries were still echoing in the abandoned highway. Asad didn't know how to close her. She was crying. Partly, for the victim of the bus and her fellow passengers that had lost lives and partly, because she could've been one of them today not that anyone would've cared her always non- available father and her step mother would've definitely breathed a sigh of relief on her death. Asad on the other hand was relieved. He had a mother and a sister who depended entirely on him, and if anything would've happened to him. What would become of them? In the this cruel world, that swallowed all of goodness and was a dwelling merely for the cold- hearted, dark and brooding of men. Just like he wanted to become to survive.
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