I write the things that i wanted to do in everyday life. The planner book that i have is always full of written done in the past few years and so became a habit. I planned every single hour just to have a productive day, that's how i grew up.
But there is one thing happened and everything changed. what i always plan to do everyday and every hour turns out to be a one pages is in my planner.
I wanted to runaway in this accident or a nightmare. Sometimes i wish that it did not happen, but what should i do, it's been there done that. i think fate tried to be playful and one of his toy is me.
And the hobby writing a plan every single day turns out what to do, if the situation gets worse when i'm involve, since i was once involved in that cruel moment and now i'm live with it.
"why are you scared?" the guy in front of me, glared through my eyes as if i was his long time enemy. His eyes are full of hatred, his presence makes me puke because of nervousness or i don't know that kind of feeling.
I saw him patting the baseball bat in his right hand over his left palm. His glared doesn't changed and not even moved.
And i saw him smile, a sarcastic but satisfied. I felt something in my forehead, looks like a sweat or a water flowing into my face, through the nose without stopping. And i realize that it's not sweat.
It is blood.