darkness

I used to believe that Dublin is the safest city from all the places that I've been but everything changed when the darkest night in my life happened.


It was around half one last Saturday night while I was walking home in my favorite 'emote lane' when the unexpected happened. Two girls threw a bottle of beer to me and tried to grab my bag. Honestly, the first thing I thought that time was, "Sh*t! My SLR is in my bag!" So i didnt give it. They knocked me down to my knees. I was expecting that they will keep on grabbing my bag but I think they were more engrossed in hitting my head with the bottle. I shouted for HELP and thank God someone came along so they stopped from hitting me and ran away.

I felt so relieved when they left. I thought, thank God they didnt get anything from me...but wait why did the man look shocked to see me and then i remembered I was hit on the head. When i touched my head, I saw a lot of blood in my hands. The beige coat that I borrowed from Lianne was full of blood. I told the man to bring me to the hospital so they called an ambulance. I called Lianne to tell what happened. She sounded like crying while I was talking to her then I realised, I am not crying. I didnt feel any pain. I just wanted the bleeding to stop and I was worried that they will shave my hair to stitch my head. Haha I am in a near death experience but all I can think is my vanity and my SLR! Thank God, after five minutes, the ambulance came and brought me to St. James Hospital and then here another torture started...

The ambulance arrived in the hospital at around 2am. I was expecting that a stretcher or wheelchair and nurses or doctors will welcome me just like what I see on Grey's Anatomy or in the hospitals in the Philippines. To my surprise, none of them was there. They asked me to go to the counter and gave me a paper for me to fill up with my personal information. It seemed normal for them to see someone covered with blood. Anyway, to cut the long story short, it was already 9am when a nurse practitioner checked on me, x-rayed me and stitched my wound. Imagine that I've been waiting to be cured, covered with blood, seating on an uncomfortable chair for the whole seven hours. It was more painful than the assault. I felt like I was being punished for being a victim here and that was the time i broke down and cried.

I asked, why did this happen to me? Why me? Why did they do that? A lot of why's. But as always, there's a reason for everything. There's a lesson in every experience. There is light after the darkness. I just hope this will help me be a stronger and better person.

A million thanks to Karen and Tin for being with me in the hospital for the whole seven hours or so. To Lianne, for being my nurse who wakes me every three hours to check if I'm still on my right mind. To all who showed concern. In this time that I am not with my family and I can't even tell this to them, it makes me feel better to know that there are people who will be with me on the darkest moment of my life.