It was a quarter past ten o’clock, an ordinary Friday morning. My night shift had just ended. I did all of my routines before going home: washed my face, brushed my teeth, redid my messy hair, made sure that I look just as good as when I had gone to work. I did the final check on the glass wall inside the elevator on going down the building. I was wearing my favorite Chinese collar polo, grey Chino pants and a pair of black leather shoes.
Dressed to kill. Or was I?
During my entire shift, I didn’t have the chance to go out of the building lest I would be tempted to smoke again. Thus, I felt a little surprised by the daylight when I stepped out of the building. I immediately noticed that a lot of people were already rushing toward the mall at the other side of the street. The air smelled of smoke, of gasoline and filth. I put on my earphones and played “Your Sex is on Fire” by Kings of Leon as I walked the busy street, aware of the noise of the city despite the loud music inside my head. I was about to cross the street when something called my attention, a voice calling out on me. I didn’t even know why I felt it was me, but I didn’t see anyone behind me when I looked back, just a Hyundai Santa Fe speeding towards me. The driver was blowing his horn like crazy, but I just stood there, eyes fixed at the impending doom.
It was not the first time my life was put in danger. I had a near-death experience once, when I was left trapped inside a walk-in freezer for half an hour. I was lucky to have made my way out alive, with a story to tell about what happened, the things I thought of, the truths I accepted at once, as I slowly freeze to what was supposed to be my death.
The vehicle was just a few feet from me, but my reflex told to me take just two steps backwards, which I did in a very casual manner to my surprise. That was all it took for me to be saved from an untimely demise. I felt the rush of wind as the car sped past me. Once the coast was clear, I saw a few people staring at me from the other side of the street. With the same composure and cool I showed in front of the incident, I continued crossing to the other side, like a ramp model confident with every stride, feeling more alive than ever.