The Driver of My Nightmares
I guess this was the reason, I never liked drivers, it was long embedded in my system, not to trust the drivers. It was just my Trauma Response . It is very easy to say to a woman, why do you go outside? why do you get in a situation like that? The answer is simple, we women go out to do things, like jobs, and study, sometimes travel to other cities for better medical facilities, and what do we get in the way? TRAUMA! I don't remember my age from the incident, maybe I was a young grad student, I was travelling with my sister, to visit hospital. It was when we were coming back, in public transport. How can I forget? The driver of course. Me and my sister were on the passenger seat, the back was too high that people behind could not see what is happening on the front seat. Yes, that gives the CULPRITS their plain to play well. At first I thought maybe the driver made a mistake, maybe I am just overthinking, Why would he do that? Even though, he seemed like a drug addict...