I guess this ends my romance with the taxi driver.
Yeah. Tell me about it. No matter how prepared you can get, you just can't be ready for that one nut case and two of his friends who will hold you up with a knife and drag you in the middle of nowhere. I didn't expect it at 7 a.m. And I didn't expect walking down some empty subdivision minutes later of I don't know where, trying to find my way back home with nothing but a few coins which they never took interest in. In that short taxi ride, I had a series of regrets of things I wish I should have done, could have done should that knife stick itself much deeper down my waist. I wished at that moment I had some kind of Dying Will like Tsuna or something.
I'm just bloody grateful that I am alive, that the things that are important were not taken, and that I can somehow steel myself to smile and say thank you to the people who cared enough to say they're grateful that I'm alive.