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This was something that happened to me when I was young. At that time, I was still in primary school. After school, I used to attend English classes. After class, I would always go to my friend’s house to play and have fun before going home.
Since it was a small town, the streets were usually quiet in the evenings with very few people around.
One day, after school and English class, I was walking to my friend’s house while listening to music. As I was crossing the pedestrian lane, even though the light was green for pedestrians, a car sped through without stopping and hit me.
Because of the speed, my body was thrown a long distance away. At that moment, five people jumped out of the car with shocked expressions and rushed toward me. There was a man around 45, an older woman, two young men, and a girl.
They each asked things like:
"Are you okay, student?"
"Your knee is bleeding. I think we need to go to the hospital."
"Can you walk? Are you okay, dear?"
While they were checking me here and there with concerned looks, they kept talking about taking me to the hospital.
Luckily, even though I was hit by the car, nothing serious happened—only my knee was injured. But I was angry—not because of the accident, but because I had lost one side of my earphones.
Ignoring the fact that I had just been hit by a car, I said,"
I'm fine, nothing happened!" and continued searching desperately for my missing earphone.
The five people looked worried, not sure what to do. They kept insisting on taking me to the hospital. The girl said,
"Even if you don’t feel pain now, I think it’s better if you go to the hospital, little sister."
Then the older man added,
"That’s right, student. Let’s go to the hospital and also contact your parents."
Still angry, I replied loudly,
"Really, I’m fine!" and kept searching for my lost earphone.
While I was trying hard not to yell at them, even though I was clearly frustrated, I heard a voice:
"Mi Nyo , what are you doing there?"
It was my English teacher, calling me with a worried voice while crossing the same road.
At that moment, I left those people behind and ran straight to her. As I was running, I turned around to look back—and saw something that gave me goosebumps.
Those five people were standing still, not moving at all, just staring at me.
Just moments ago, they were full of concern. But now, within seconds, their expressions had completely changed. The way they silently stared at me made it clear that maybe… I had just escaped danger.
As I told my teacher everything that had happened, we looked back again—those people had disappeared completely, without a trace.
Maybe my teacher realized something was wrong too, because she immediately contacted my parents and the police, and took me to the hospital.
The doctor said I was lucky—other than some bruises and a dark scrape, nothing major had happened.
A few days later, the police told my parents that the CCTV at the pedestrian lane had been out of order on that exact day, so it was hard to identify the car’s license plate. They just advised us to stay alert and report anything suspicious.
To this day, I still don’t know who those people were. Why were they so eager to take me in their car? Even after all these years, I still wonder what their real intentions were.
But there is one thing I clearly remember.
As I was walking away from them with my teacher, I heard them say something to each other while staring at me in the distance:
"What a shame."
End Note: Accidents don't just leave scars on the body—they sometimes leave questions that never get answered. That day taught me: not everyone who seems helpful truly has your best interest at heart. Trust is earned, not assumed.
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