The Eye Of Death
Chapter 3: The Beginning

3 Weeks have passed since my father's departure. I was allowed to go home from the hospital. The doctors were surprised at the speed of healing the wounds on my body —that I accidentally heard from the conversation of mother and doctor. I still feel a deep sadness and longing for my father. How not, someone precious to you just left, leaving you behind. Since that incident, I've been undergoing post-crash trauma healing therapy. I became afraid of water. Every time my body enters the water, I can remember very clearly everything that happened in the high seas. The sound of the waves, the urge to drown me, the pain of being out of breath, the loss of hope for life, even the embrace of my father. I'm grateful that my mother is a psychologist, so I can have this therapy more calmly.

I've been overprotective since that incident. I'm not allowed to go back to school. I understand why you became like that. No one wants to feel the sadness of losing someone precious to him for the second time. That happened to me too. I don't want to lose my mother. Mom again became active working at the psychiatric hospital—after dad asked her not to work if there was no call since 2 years ago. Not to forget, my mother took me with her to do therapy on her workday, and also home therapy on vacation. The trauma I experienced was arguably not too heavy, because I would only feel fear if half or all of my body was submerged in water, I would be fine if I just submerged one part of my body into the water.

It's been 1 week since I first started therapy. Today I got a schedule for work. I will definitely go with Mom. I walked side by side with my mother to the bus stop.

"Zen, are you feeling better now?"

Mom started the conversation.

"Yes..better, maybe?"

"You, you feel it, you should know your condition now. If there's something you want or something you want to ask just say it, I'm always ready to help you,"

I laughed softly at my mother's words.

"All right, ma'am,"

I saw my mother looking at me. Back then, I didn't know the meaning of mother's gaze. It felt like mom was looking at me with a thin smile and a look full of sadness and pity. I don't know, I'm not so sure.

Set us at a great crossroads. The traffic lights are red for pedestrians. We are waiting for the red light with 3 other people. In the midst of that calmness, a rowdy voice appeared from behind us. Slowly but surely, the noise grew bigger.

"Hey, you! Stop that thief!"

A man carrying a small bag ran over and was chased by another man behind him who shouted for help.

"Surge! Don't block me!"

The man who stole it came closer to us. Mom clasped my shoulder tightly. The thief violently elbowed the people waiting at the intersection. My body was pulled by the tight grasp of the mother that the thief had snatched away. At that moment, I saw something strange, which I had never seen before. A thread of red hung over the thief's head. A man who had been waiting with us at a crossroads was offended and chased after the thief. While the person who was chasing the thief had stopped at the intersection because he realized the red light.

The thief who was chased was also the man who was nudged was determined to cross the road even though the pedestrian lights were still red. Instantly, a truck appeared at high speed smashing into the body of the thief and the man who was chasing him. I looked up at the body of the thief, the red thread above his head slowly breaking off and disappearing. Mom screamed and closed my eyes. Amidst the red lights of the pedestrians, that morning, in the middle of the intersection, it was the first time I had seen the death of a person with both eyes. My head feels like it's spinning. I feel nauseous. I removed my mother's hand that covered my eyes and pulled out my entrails in the street. My body lost its balance. Suddenly everything went dark.

I woke up in a room lying on a small bed, like a bed for a patient in a hospital.

"Zen, are you okay?"

I, who was still half conscious, tried to recognize who asked me, it turned out that it was my mother sitting next to my bed. I slowly remembered what happened before I fainted and hugged my mother. The mother who was initially surprised started rubbing my head.

"Look down, everything's safe" All of a sudden, the television in the room was showing a show. News of this morning.

The mother who took off her arms, took the remote and turned off the tv. Maybe you don't want me to recall what happened this morning.

"Mother apologize, Zen. I should've just turned off the broadcast, not let it go first,"

Mom hugged me back.

"It's okay, ma'am. I also want to know the fate of the man who chased the thief earlier,"

I decided to wait until I felt calm. After I calmed down, my mother went back to her job. My therapy will begin when my mother rests or when her work schedule is complete. Mom decided to do my therapy in the hospital, mom said it made her job easier. My therapy is pretty easy, I just need to answer questions, play, and other things in the hospital, while at home my mom helps me to reduce my fear of water.

At night, we arrived home. I changed clothes and mom was resting on the sofa in the living room.

"Zen, come here,"

My mother called me in the family room.

"What's up, ma'am?"

I approached my mother and sat next to her.

"Mom brought you something,"

Mom pulled out a hardcover book and a set of stationery.

"From today, you write down all your experiences and what you feel in this book, in short this is a diary. I hope you can obey me and keep this book. Hows it? Can you?"

I received the book and the set of stationery and looked at it carefully. I smiled at my mother.

"Calm down, ma'am. I'll try,"

Mom smiled at me. His eyes were like the look of this morning.

To be honest, there was something I didn't understand at the time. Why did you ask me to write this diary if you don't want me to remember what happened today? I don't know, I don't know.

I went back to my room and started writing down all of today's events in the diary.