The Gas Explosion
That night I woke up groggily, awakened by the smell of gas. In my dazed and groggy
state, somehow there was a realisation that the strong smell was coming from the
kitchen. My room, located just above the kitchen. Rushing down, I headed
towards the kitchen and proceeded to the gas stove.
Trying to make sure that the knob on the stove was switched off;
suddenly a spark ignited. There was a loud deafening explosion. It
happened in front of my face.
“I am going to die!” that was the
thought that crossed my mind.
As the horror of this realisation hits me, suddenly I felt something
protecting me, some sort of a shield in front of me, especially on my face.
I fell back from the impact of
the explosion. Glass and plates shattered. Things around me were melting from
the heat. It felt really hot. Some shreds of
glass cut my legs and hands. My clothes were burnt to ashes. After the explosion, everything suddenly
became eerily dark and silent, the first thing that came to my mind at that
point of time, “I am still alive!”. I couldn’t believe that I survived.
Despite the tremendous shock and
pain, I struggled to get up and went upstairs to change my clothes. The loud blast woke up
my parents who were sleeping upstairs. In fact, it woke up the whole
neighbourhood. Within minutes, the
neighbours came swarming to my house.
I remembered telling and repeating to people that I was hurt, that I urgently
needed to go to the hospital. Some were
trying to calm me down. There was a teenage Indian boy telling people to give
me space and that he was a first aider. Nosey strangers kept asking me
questions, only much later did I realise that they were reporters. How did they
get there so fast? I wished that they would just leave me alone.
Time moved so slowly while waiting for the ambulance. The ambulance arrived 1 hour later. The ambulance driver and his assistant asked
many questions before we finally left the place. Entering into the ambulance alone, I told my
parents not to worry. A neighbour had
actually offered to follow me to the hospital, but I declined thinking that it was
troublesome for him. It was indeed foolish on my part for declining his help.
This is tragic Eileyn. No one would ever feel what you have gone through but would definitely appreciate you sharing. Thank you so much for your courage of sharing your life moments.
ReplyDeleteDear Syn Vela,
DeleteI just saw your comment. Thank you for reading my story.
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