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Am I going to die in this way? Like this? Me?
The young boy thought as he felt a pain in his abdomen. He felt the different fragments from the scattered glass of the car stuck in his kidney. He tried to get up but he only felt numbness from both of his legs. It seemed either he had broken bones or his legs had abandoned him.
"Young boy. I will never thank you enough for saving my son's life." He heard someone say in a mellow yet stern voice but as the words entered his ears, it only added to his headache. He wanted to hear nothing, he wanted to feel the nature not some noise. But since he couldn't even move his tongue, all he could do was to chuckle in sorrow in his heart.
Haha, by costing my own life? I already regret it. Maybe I should have let him die instead of playing hero like an idiot.
The young boy attempted to move his hand to stop the bleeding of his head but as soon as he tried to move, he felt an unimaginable pain in his ribs so he could only settle and wait. He tried to move again and smiled when he felt the same sharp pain, even though it had been so long that he had felt pain in his ribs, he had always remembered the feeling of his broken ribs.
He dreamed about this sensation time to time but who would have thought his dream would come true*. He dismissed his thought and focused in himself, now that he couldn't move a inch or a finger and was laid on the ground, he felt regret for the second time in his life.
"I am a shaman, or more commonly called nowadays, a medium. I can see that there isn't much time left for you," the shaman said softly, but his voice wasn't overwhelmed by the crowd as he was near the boy. The crowd could only watch from far away, none of them had the courage to touch the boy as they weren't related to him. Or perhaps it was something else? The shaman quickly dismissed his thought as he observed the boy that was flat on his stomach.
The boy's breathing was difficult and croaky as he tried to respond but still couldn't. He was feeling dizzy from the loss of blood and could only think in his head.
Wow, it didn't take to be a medium to see that. Just look at me and everyone could get the same conclusion. By the time the ambulance will arrive, it will be too late, I would already be ten thousand feet under the ground. On top of that, I don't need to know or see, I can feel it. I can feel it very well since I am the one suffering here. But no worry, be a shaman or a medium, I will haunt and curse you.
"I can save you," the shaman said, but this time firmly. He watched calmly as the blood flowed out from the boy's body.
"Wh...at?" The young guy asked with difficulty. His lungs were atrociously hurting him, and he found it hard to breathe. The young boy tried to open his eyes but all he saw was blurry figures and loud noises of people's voices which made his head spin. It only made his headache worst.
Just great, first I was hit and now my head hurts because of those people's mouths. Can't they all shut up?
He tried to recall where the voice was, but even so, he couldn't turn his head to see the man and could only settle with the man's voice coming from behind his back. He will remember this voice and hunt that person down.
As the shaman heard the boy cough and try to catch his breath in a painful way, it brought nothing but pity to his eyes. He was grateful that it wasn't his son who got hurt so the least he could do was to repay his debt.
The man walked to the boy until he was next to his head and kneeled down as he tapped his son's back in his arms to make that latter shut. As he approached the boy, he didn't hear the warning from the people nor see the fear and their eyes or noticed that some had fainted because of his actions.
"For saving my son's life and taking your life, I can give you another life. I can send you to another body where the soul has disappeared, but I can't predict you where. Do you still wish for it, young man?" He asked in a gentle tone as he smiled sorrowfully, he hugged his son strongly as he hid his sadness into his son's warm hug. It was always difficult for a shaman to see an innocent soul die because of their reckless actions.
Live? Really? I am not even sure that I am dreaming right now. But if I have one chance on ten thousand to have a better life than this one, then without hesitation. Haha, I must have really hurt my head to be willing to say yes. Well, it's not like what he said is true, so...
"Y...Yes." The young boy knew he hadn't much time left as all he could see, smell and taste was his iron blood that was disgusting as hell. He shut his eyes with a smirk on his face as he thought about the shaman.
"All right. Great choice, but I can't predict you where you will fall. I hope you will have more luck in your new life, dear saviour."
Of course. I must have hurt my head very bad to believe such nonsense.
[Dream: it meant they want it to happen but they know it would never come true or they don't want it to come true or let it happen so they could only imagine it. (More explained in "College World")]
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A hero. What is a hero exactly? For the first time in your life, you acted like a hero but you ended losing your life after saving another life. And then, you regretted it from the bottom of your heart. Why the hell did I want to act like a hero...