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failurebydsgn:

[Click the link for her complete recount.]

My friend Cing was just a girl who was out clubbing, and she didn’t have anyone to take her home afterwards. She hailed a cab. Cab 1’s driver was pretty weird as it was — reaching for 50-peso bills in the backseat, claiming that the steering wheel got jammed. Cing paid up, stepped out, called her boyfriend to let him know all that was going on. The cab with the “jammed steering wheel” sped away. She was three long streets away from her house. She was alone.

Another cab passed by. She hailed it. Cab 2’s driver took her to the wrong street. Cing tried telling him he made a wrong turn, her house was on another road. Cab 2 driver became impatient. Meter was only at 30 pesos. He wanted her to pay up, and she refused. It wasn’t where she asked to be dropped off.

The driver snapped. He grabbed her neck. He jumped to the back. She tried scratching his eyes and reaching for the left door’s lock. It didn’t exist. Choking, she reached for the right door’s lock. She was able to open it, but the driver pulled her back with her hair. The door closed again. She was weak and sore and exhausted from struggling. Miraculously, she was able to re-open the door. She screamed with all the energy she had remaining.

The driver gave up. He probably realized that final scream may have woken up the neighbors, attracted witnesses, whatever. He kicked her out.

Cing found herself in the middle of the street. Barefoot. Wet. She realized she was sitting in a pool of her own blood. The driver had banged her head repeatedly against the car, maybe to knock her unconscious. People started coming out from the apartment she was in front of. Soon she was brought to the ER. Her bleeding was so bad that her gown had to be changed four times.

I’ve known Cing since grade school. She’s been my kabarkada since freshman year high school. Trust me when I say she’s a strong woman, and things like these really can happen to anyone. Warn your friends, your sisters, anyone you know.

The reason why I am writing this note is TO WARN EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU PEOPLE TO BE CAREFUL. I never ever thought such a thing could happen to me. I thought it only happens in the movies. Imagine, I was just a street away from my home and THIS HAPPENED. A STREET AWAY. Thank God I wasn’t drunk, Thank God the guy did not have weapons (I think), Thank God some kind souls helped me. Thank God I had the presence of mind not to remove his hands from my neck but to scratch his eyes out and reach for the lock. Some girls initial defense would be to un-strangle themselves but I didn’t. I let him strangle me. My main objective was to get the damn door open and escape.

The doctor told my boyfriend I was lucky to be alive, before leaving the hospital. As I was struggling inside the taxi, I did not see the whole “your life flashes before you when you’re dying” thingy.

NO. That’s why I fought against him as much as I could. I told myself over and over again, “NOT TODAY… NOT TODAY… This isn’t how I should die. I’m too good for this.”

I SAW the reason why I should keep on living. That’s why I’m still here today.