A Bad Dream
Wednesday, January 11, 2012 @ 2:25 PM
People are running through room to room, exit to exit...
I was in this dark room. What was left of the floor was just a thin trail of its material towards the exit. Beneath this floor or what of it's left was pitch dark. Nothing was seen at the bottom of it. People were struggling as they ran through it towards the exit.
Then, there was this scream. Someone behind me fell but she managed to catch hold of the edge. She was half crying, half screaming. She was screaming frantically, "HELP! Save ME!" while sobbing hard. It was a heart-wrenching scene.
I saw it. And I wanted to save her. But I didn't. Then I regretted it.
She was screaming loudly. I wanted to give my hand to her & pulled her up but I was worried about the unstable floor I was on. It felt as though it could collapse down anytime. I felt that if I gave her my hand, I will be falling down with her to nowhere. It's a situation of one or two would die, instead of one or both would survive. I hesitated and then, she fell. Her last grip failed her.. She fell down into the pitch darkness.
I was guilt-stricken. What came across my mind during that moment was if I survive, I can help more people than just the lady in front of me. If I helped her, I could have died with her. It was very selfish of me. I always thought that I would do my best to help people for the good. If this was a question given to me, I would have answered "Yes. I would help her." But I didn't. Just as I was remorseful of what happened, I cried and cried.
Then I woke up with tears on my pillow. It was a dream. A realistic bad dream. I felt that if I was met with such situation again, I would still be stunned. But I would still do my best to help the lady, even if it's at risk of my own life. For I don't want to live the rest of my life in regrets.