I'm still shaking.
I was so scared.
But I tried to be brave the whole time.
That was one of the most terrifying situation ever.
I don't think what I am gonna describe is gonna be scary but I was really scared.
My whole body shaking from anxiety now.
Dang.
This might seem stupid but I was riding on my bike and I got lost.
Yes.
I fucking got lost with my bike.
I was studying at Hougang 1 just now.
Until 11.40 then I decided to go cycle around.
Wanted to let myself out.
Was listening to music and then I was so high.
Headbanging all the way.
Then decided to go AMK hub to look around.
So cycled there.
So it was 11.52 when I was going to come home.
I was cycling so damn fast while headbanging.
And then there was this 10 cm ledge on the ground that I was cycling.
And I was probably going at 30+km/h.
The bike went over the ledge and then BAM.
The bicycle became damn unsteady and then I stopped the bicycle.
To realise my back wheel punctured.
I have a spoilt bike with me.
I'm at AMK.
It was 12.10 midnight and the streets were damn empty.
I was around 6km from home.
Then it dawned on me that I'm fucking screwed.
If I reached home late, my parents would scold me.
But if they realised I'm late cause I went to amk at this hour, they will scold the FUCK out of me.
Worried by the thought, I decided to just chiong home with that punctured bike.
My whole bicycle was making very weird noise and it required more strength to cycle.
That wasn't a problem.
I was damn determined to get home.
And I keep telling myself that I will be fine.
Just keep cycling.
With music playing in my ear piece, I kept cycled and cycled.
I could feel my phone ringing.
My parents were calling.
I picked up after 2 miss calls and told them I'll be back soon.
And the worst thing happened to my life.
I realised I didn't make a turn just now.
And I kept cycling and cycling just now.
So, I was somewhere in AMK and I didn't know where.
It was probably 1 km away from AMK and I didn't want to cycle back cause it's upslope and my bike wouldn't be able to handle it.
I was already sweating mad by then.
I wanted to just teleport home somehow.
It was frustrating at the start.
But I was so damn scared.
Because the place I was lost was low on traffic.
And the streetlamps were lowly lit.
The sidewalk was so dark.
But I decided to just try my luck and cycle back home.
I used all my sense of direction to try to get myself out of the dark street.
Saw a bright, empty bus stop and cycled towards it.
The bus stop was like illuminating in the dark night.
And guess what, all the bus number was towards Yishun.
There was no fucking SBS bus.
I realised I was heading the wrong direction so I turned back.
Don't forget I'm cycling with a fucked up bike that is gonna die any moment.
And all my thoughts were "Bike, please last me till I go home. If not I'm fucked in this dark place."
I cycled back to a cross junction.
There was so damn few cars even though it was at the cross junction.
Like maybe 5 cars a minute?
So I use my sense of direction.
Since I knew where Yishun was, I kinda compassed myself to Hougang.
And with that rough gauge of where I was, I cycled down this road which I have decided on.
I was relieved for a moment to see Yio Chu Kang road.
There was another bus stop.
Walked towards it and realised there was bus 86.
It terminates at Serangoon interchange 11.8 km away.
3.8km to Jalan Kayu.
And I was like, once I reached Jalan Kayu I'm safe.
So I continued cycling down the road.
It was downhill.
And dark.
It was really dark throughout.
There were some overgrown grass that poked out from the sidewalk.
I was probably the only soul in that area.
The more I cycled downhill, the more worries I get.
What if I'm heading AWAY from home?
I kept thinking.
That will be fucking screwed up.
Because I would have to go back.
Uphill.
Uphill in the dark.
With a forest on your right.
That is not a very pleasant thought to have.
I was already shaking from the fear of being lost in somewhere I don't know.
I could probably just call my dad and fetch me.
But I already lied to them that I'm coming home soon.
So I kept telling myself that I must not let them know I was lost.
But I was really helpless at that moment.
Those thoughts were in my mind as I continued cycling down.
It was really quiet.
Only crickets and my back wheel flapping in beats.
Somehow it got colder and it was damn misty.
Cause of the forest on my left.
My own breath could fog up my spectacles.
I tried to calm myself down by singing.
But it didn't work as I'm the only voice in the completely silent road.
The journey seemed damn long.
I checked on the next bus stop.
After a right turn.
I was so scared there was no more 86 but luckily, there was 86.
And it showed 2.8 km more to Jalan kayu.
Then I realised 2.8km is fucking far with a punctured tyre.
I cycled 1km in 5 minutes?
That means I would have to feel scared for more that 15 minutes.
I looked down the road.
All I could see is more trees and more empty streets ahead.
I start to feel desperate.
And came the worst thing.
My bicycle stopped working.
I couldn't even pedal anymore.
My legs were so tired.
And the back wheel exploded.
The rubber inside the tyre came out and then twisted and twirled around the gears.
The whole bicycle was nothing but a burden now.
Without the bike I could run home in probably 20 minutes?
So I'm all alone.
Stuck in a dark sidewalk.
With no cars on the road.
Dimly litted street lamps.
And a fucking pitch black forest on my left.
(It was an army campsite)
Now what.
I kept thinking.
What the fuck now.
I pushed my bike down the road further.
There was a couple who was cycling down YCK road also.
They saw me and stared at me.
I was so glad to see human you know.
Holy fuck.
But they didn't help of course.
They couldn't if they wanted anyway.
So they just cycled down.
And I'm all alone again.
At that point of time, all I could do was swear and swear in my mind.
I need to do something.
I decided to push my bike down even more because I was scared to be alone there.
So I chased after the two couples with my foot and asked them some questions.
They told me to try to get a taxi on the main road.
So I did so and then in the end, I gave up and called home.
Tried to steady my voice before I talked.
Told my mum to come down to help pay for my taxi.
Saw this taxi drive down from where I came from.
I waved so damn frantically so that he would see me.
(Because before that some taxi driver didn't see me and just drove away)
He saw me and stopped his taxi.
And when I opened the door, it was an indian uncle that looked a little like Dr Vaz.
I knew he was going to say no when I asked whether he can pick up my bike.
But before he could, I looked at him and told him I really need to get the fuck home right now.
(Without the fuck of course)
He agreed but he didn't know how to put in my bike.
He didn't have comscord with him to tie the boot.
I was really determined to not let him drive away.
Because it was really like my only chance to go home.
So I suggested to put the bike at the back seats while I sat infront.
Surprisingly, the bike fit just nice and that was when I knew all this fear is finally over.
Holy fucking hell of an experience.
You all might think that it's stupid to be scared.
But try to put yourself in my shoes.
You might get a little idea of why I'm so scared.
It's like my childhood nightmare.
And my nightmare goes like:
no matter how I try to escape from a scary place, I'll still find myself stuck in the same place.
I guessed that's why I felt so scared.
Imagine this place at 12 midnight.
And imagine you can't even see the sidewalk properly.
That's how dark it was.
Ahh fuck this, shall go dota.
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