Leroy

Topic: A Shocking Incident

Picture: School Zone Ahead sign                         

“Yes! I was the one who knocked down Tommy Tan!” I admitted. I was at the police station and was being interrogated by two police officers. “This was what happened…”

“Honey! Don’t forget to pick our son up after school at 1.45 in the afternoon today,” my wife reminded me as she headed out the door. It was a bright and sunny Monday morning, I was lying on the sofa and texting on my mobile phone. “Okay,” I replied, my eyes glued to the phone.

After about fifteen minutes, it was time for me to start my day. As usual, I had to go to the local grocery store to get some ingredients to cook dinner. I also had to run some other errands. After I was done running errands, it was around lunch time. I headed to the fast food restaurant opposite the grocery store to have my lunch. I then rushed home to watch my favourite television show, ‘Let it Shine’. On my way home, I passed by my son, Tommy’s school. I vaguely recalled my wife saying that she would be picking Tommy up from school at 5.45 in the evening.

There was a ‘School Zone Ahead, slow down’ road sign. Since there were no students crossing the road, I stepped on the accelerator.

Suddenly, a boy wearing a yellow hoodie and carrying a red school bag rushed onto the road. I immediately stepped on the brakes and my car screeched to a halt. However, my car could not stop in time…… “Bam!” The boy was thrown into the air and he landed by the roadside with a great impact.

I was scared out of my wits. Beads of perspiration trickled down my forehead. The boy was lying on the floor, unconscious. The amount of blood that gushed from his forehead was enough to dye his yellow hoodie a bright red. I looked around to ensure that no one had witnessed the incident. Thankfully, there was no one around. Should I call an ambulance and take responsibility? Or should I leave? I was in a dilemma and had no idea what to do next. Out of desperation, I fled the scene, with no clue that there was a closed circuit television and that it had captured my actions.

When I got home, I slammed the door shut. “Honey, what’s wrong?” I heard a familiar voice behind me. I turned around to see who it was and jumped in fright when I saw my wife standing in front of me. “Nah…nothing, I ‘m fi…fine,” I stammered. “Are you sure? Your face is as white as a sheet,” my wife questioned, raising her eyebrows. I sat on the soda and switched on the television. “A student from ABC Primary School was knocked by a car. The driver was driving at a fast speed and knocked down the student. The driver fled the scene and left the boy by the roadside. Investigations are still ongoing. If anyone happened to witness this incident (accident), please call 999,” the news broadcaster reported.

At that moment, I realised Tommy was not home yet. “Where’s Tommy?” I asked my wife. My wife frowned and said, “You were supposed to pick him up. I reminded you to pick him up at 1.45. Didn’t you hear?

Both of us rushed to Tommy’s school and were told that Tommy had been sent to the hospital after he was knocked down by a car after dismissal. Apparently, Tommy had been waiting for ages for me to pick him up, so he decided to take the bus home himself. On his way to the bus stop, he was knocked down by a car. Then, it dawned upon me. The boy I had knocked down was Tommy, my own son!

My heart was overcome with guilt as we went to the hospital. When we got there, Tommy was in the operation theatre. Shortly after, the doctor walked out. “Doctor, how’s my son?” I asked anxiously.

The doctor shook his head and said somberly, “The patient lost too much blood. We tried our best to save him but we were unable to. I’m sorry. ” My wife started weeping as she could not accept the fact that her son had died. I decided to confess to her and upon learning the truth she looked at me, with resentment and tears in her eyes. “How could you kill your own son?” she croaked and looked away when I looked into her eyes. “I know nothing I say now will change anything, but I am sorry…” my voice drifted off to a whisper. Tears filled my eyes and I tried to fight them back but  I could not.

I decided to do the right thing. “Take care of yourself,” I told my wife. I went to the police station and turned myself in. The police had also gathered enough evidence and concluded that I was the reckless driver involved in the hit-and-run accident. I was sentenced to fifteen years of jail, the longest 15 years of my life.

Till this day, I still live with grief and regret every day of my life. Sometimes, I even dream of Tommy haunting me, in that yellow hoodie, stained with his bright red blood.

Story by:

Alexis Tai P6

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