Question

Write about a time when u r really frightened . This could be when you were in real or imagined danger or when you were really frightened or afraid of the consequences of something you have done or not done.

Answer 1

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I remember that night as it was a dramatic end to an otherwise regular day.

I left my office at 9:30PM after an awesome dinner with my colleagues, from Ambattur, Chennai. My finel destination was Pallavaram(P), Chennai. I was waiting at the Wavin bus stand for 147 route buses that would get me to Nungambakkam railway station from where I would catch a local train to Pallavaram railway station.

The otherwise busy route was rather sull that day. I waited half hour only to get a different bus to another railway station - Guindy. Later I got to know I would be dropped at Guindy bus depot and will have to walk half a kilometer for the railway station.

That walk made me extremely paranoid as in an otherwise peaceful city, it felt extremely eerie for reasons unknown. Something in my mind said I should have stayed in my room in Ambattur and traveled to my uncle's the next morning.

But keeping this voice in my head mum I got into the train without any problem and there were a lot of people there.

When I reached an interim station Meenambakkam(M), I called my uncle.

"I am Meenambakkam uncle, please start for the station(P) soon."

"Yeah no worries, I'll see you there."

I reached Pallavaram and started waiting on the foot-over bridge till my uncle arrived. Now people who have been there know how busy that stop is, but that day, it was like death's pivate day of a night walk; not a single soul in sight except for a small family. The father of that family went downstairs towards the street to look for a ride home while the kid and his mom waited upstairs.

About 5 minutes later, with somewhat a frightened face, the mother picked her kid up in a jiffy and brisked her way down the stairs.

~A shot of Pallavaram station from foot-over bridge. 

Next thing I see was a gang of half a dozen boys walking towards the exit. They had to cross me along the way. They looked normal in size. An otherwise alert me was somewhat distracted that day, probably because I was on a high on food. I did not analyse them or their palms for any weapons neither did I turn my face towards them and let them pass from behind where they would be out of sight while they pass. But I kept looking at them from the corner of my eye.

Their shadows started passing me by. I started counting them.

1

2

3

4

5

Sss.. where's the last one?

And there was the last shadow I was waiting to pass by, but I saw it's right hand going up.

I assumed the last guy would tap on my shoulders to ask me directions. I turned the other way, away from him as that side I was expecting to be addressed from and then, BAM! He punched me square on my chin. My glasses flew off and then another punch next to my eye.

I was down. I was in shock, still under belief that I was standing erect and this was all just my imagination until I got another one, this time on my lower lip.

Next thing I remembered was the very recent murder that occurred not far away, at Tambaram(T) railway station (Tambaram murder took place in vicinity of two police stations). My immediate thought was: it was the same gang in operation. The attack came in almost the same hour as that murder.

Then another punch. I was circled by the six thugs.

I tried to stand up taking support from one of them guys' jeans but I was punched down again. I saw his white sports shoes and that's the only visual of that "fight" I remember. That's when I guess my survival instincts kicked in and nope, I didn't hit back or anything, I just threw my hand at one of the blurred faces I saw and it hit him somewhere on his face, below the nose is my guess.

This shook them up a little and I saw a tiny gap between two of them, to my luck that gap faced the exit staircase.

I ran through it like a gazelle would through the grasslands.

I was too stupid to halt half-way down the staircase, look back and ask - "What happened?"

My question prompted them to start to chase me but then they saw a few autos lining up next to the street and they turned away and walked off.

To salvage my manhood, I went back up and grabbed my glasses, one of which was broken; and stood next to the autos.

My uncle arrived. Finally. When I called him, he heard I was at Nungambakkam which is about 8 stops away and not Minambakkam which is 2 stops away.

The best thing that day was he got to watch his favorite show till the end before he started from his home.