Am I Different?
(S2) ~ Myself

Open my eyes, I look around me again. I looked to the right and to the left, and there were many people still lying. At that time I accidentally saw the girl lying right next to my feet, she was lying on her stomach.

There was blood flowing between the hijab she was wearing. I panicked and I tried to yell at the people who were huddling outside.

"Please .. please, please help this child," I said.

No one was bullying me, I was panicking. I don't feel the pain I felt before.

"Keyla," Esther's voice called out to me.

"Esteh, this child," I said, pointing to the child lying below me.

I wanted to help this kid, but somehow it felt like I couldn't touch him. Inwardly I said, O God, how is this?

"Keyla" said Esther.

"Where is my mother and father, the hyx!" I said as I hugged Esther.

Esther tried to calm me down by stroking my shoulders. Gradually I realized, it turns out that me and Esther can touch each other. I took off my embrace.

"Getty!" my spoken.

I saw both palms of my hands.

"Keyla!" my mother's voice shouted to me.

I looked at the source of the sound, from a distance I saw my father walking while dragging one of his legs, while my mother held him with blood flowing from his forehead.

"Mom" I replied.

I felt happy when I saw my parents survive this disaster.

"Thank you, God," I said.

Mom and Dad walked up to me, I just stood where I was. Even though they look in pain, but they are still eager to get to me.

When they were near me, they were standing right in front of me. But somehow their eyes were fixed on the child below me.

Suddenly the mother sat down beside this child, lifting the blood-filled head of this child onto her lap. While the father just stroked the mother's head to try to calm her down.

"Keyla, the hyx, the hyx" said the mother as she looked at her eyes that never stopped shedding tears.

"Yes, Mom. Dedek is here" I replied.

They both seem to not listen to me. They just seem to focus on the boy. After that, the mother turned the child over, but I saw the face of this child was no stranger to me.

The child's face was filled with blood, the father and mother were increasingly hysterically crying over this child.

"Keyla!" they shouted almost simultaneously, the father this time hugged the child.

"Dad, Mother. This who? Why are his clothes the same as mine," I asked looking confused.

This child from above, from hijab, clothes to shoes exactly the same as I wear. I walked up to them, I tried to hug my mother, but I couldn't touch her.

I looked back at my palms.

"Esteh, why is this?" ask me to Esther who was standing next to me.

Esther suddenly hugged me and said, "Keyla, who's patient."

I pushed Esther, then I looked at her with a sharp look.

"What do you mean, go!" my yelling.

I don't feel like I shed a tear. In my heart I wonder, is that me? It is impossible .. impossible. I kept shaking my head.

"Mom, Dad ... Dedek here," I constantly utter like that.

From a distance there was a siren sounding, maybe from the police or ambulance.

"Dad wait for Keyla here, I'll ask them for help" said the mother hastily.

Then quickly mother moved my body into the lap of father. I saw my body still breathing, but why did my soul escape?

As for my father, continue to kiss my blood-filled face. Her tears kept flowing.

"Dec, the strong one. I love you, Dedek is a special child, I believe you are strong" he said.

After that, the mother came with people probably from the hospital and the police.

"Here, help our son. He's still breathing, please do our best" Mother said.

They immediately evacuated my body, to get medical action. Mother followed behind them while holding my father, who was limping.

"Mother ... Daddy!" my yelling.

My hand was pulled by Esther firmly. I looked back at him, then threw out his hand strongly.

"Deliver! I have to go with them" I said with a sniffle.

I walked faster than usual, I followed towards those who carried my body. Sobs accompanied my body which was drowning.

My body was put in an ambulance, from the medical side began to give action. My father and mother were constantly praying for my safety.

My face is now partly clean of blood, and then the driver took off his ambulance. I can see my body shaking left and right following the shock of a car passing through an uneven road.

Right now I am looking towards mom and dad, they are strengthening each other. Not feeling this heart feels sliced when you see tears that do not stop dripping.

"Oh my God, give me life. I can't bear to see my Dad and my mom destroyed like this" I said.

"Keyla," call Esther.

I turned to her, then hugged her.

"Maybe this is what you feel when you are separated from your body" I said as I sobbed.

"Yes, but maybe you're luckier because you still see your body breathing. I hope there's a chance for you to come back to life" Esther said.

I hugged him tighter and tighter, at this moment only he was able to hear what I was feeling. I stood up, then tried to lay on top of my body, at this moment I wished for my soul to enter my body again.

"Let's go in! Come in" I said with annoyance.

I sat down again, then as if to slam my soul firmly into my body.

"Please God, come in again!" I said.

I constantly force my soul. Esther who saw me, she grabbed me in her arms.

"Keyla, stop" he said subtly while holding me back who was thrashing.

"Come on, come on in now!" I keep trying.

I want to be angry, upset, sad to be one. I don't know what it's like to vent all this. I remained determined to try.

"Keyla!" shouted Esther.

He raised my face so that it was facing his face. He looked me in the eye, from the look in his eyes he was sad to see me.

"Please, don't be like this. You have to be sure" said Esther to calm me down.

Esther was unceasingly trying to calm and strengthen me at this moment. It didn't feel like we were in the hospital.

With quick steps they pushed the gurney towards one of the rooms, but the medics did not allow my parents to enter.

I want to hug both parents, I want them to be able to see me right now. But whatever the power, it all just feels futile my efforts at the moment.

I stepped foot to the door of the room where my body was taken. There was a large inscription that read the ICU room, I still set foot there.

Not feeling my soul piercing through the door, I was currently able to see the doctors and nurses quickly give action to my body. At first I was still wearing clothes, but now they were cutting my clothes, so there was no thread covering my upper body.

If I could talk, maybe the first word I said was shame. Then I don't know what cable the doctor attached to my body, my thumb was clipped, and my nose was attached to an oxygen hose.

Seriate....