Every time I look at the mirror, the scars in my face remind me of my most painful experience in life. One year ago, my bestfriend and I were riding a motorcycle on our way to the town when we got into an accident. Everything was so fast. I was texting while riding behind my bestfriend when we hit a tricycle. The impact was so forceful that it made us scattered away. The moment after that, I saw my bestfriend filled with blood because of the impact. Yeah, he broke his skull. I was lying in the middle of the street filled with bruises in the face as well and in some other parts of my body.
We were rushed in the hospital after that. I survived but my bestfriend did not. He died because of head injury five minutes after we reached the hospital. That was very traumatic and I am hoping that that incident will never happen again. I lost my bestfriend. Yet, I know that he is really happy wherever he is right now. Even though he is gone physically, I cannot forget those happy times when we were still young playing basketball together and singing in the band with him on the base guitar.
