The title really says it all. I am utterly heartbroken. My car was hit today during lunch. At Giant, nonetheless.
I have to stand up for myself and say it wasn’t my fault. What was my fault is the fact that I didn’t have a chance to stand up for myself when I had to. I was scared, my mind was everywhere, I don’t even know if I was breathing easy. I was so sad to see my car with that dent. :(
Here’s what happened, and I’ll try to make it really easy to understand.
It was after lunch, and I had to send my sister back home so I could get back to the office. We climbed into the car, with our typical ritual of prayer and safety belts.
I put my car into reverse, released the brake pedal, and let the car ease out of the parking spot. I turned my head left and right to see if there are any cars, oncoming or otherwise, and I saw a car, opposite to where mine was, also reversing out of a parking spot. I stopped right there and then, and was shocked that the girl driving didn’t stop! I couldn’t avoid it by going forward (there wasn’t much to move, just a few inches anyway), so I sounded the horn, real long and hard.
She looked real shocked to see my car there, but she didn’t stop. Instead, there was suddenly a crunching sound, and my sister, who had lunch with me, exclaimed, “OH MY, GOD! KA! YOUR NEW CAR!” If the situation wasn’t so tragic and the crunching sound didn’t echo my breaking heart, I would have laughed at how she had said it.
I put the car into parking, and got out. I did not move the car at all. The girl, whom I had guessed was three years younger than me, was horrified. For a moment, I was scared she might run off! But she motioned her hand towards me, as if asking me to wait, and I felt relieved. What didn’t make me happy was that she parked her car back into the parking spot.
I wanted to call the police, I really did. Because the one thing that I was taught in driving school was that whatever accident, however minor, you had to call the police. I was shook up, so I called my mom instead. I couldn’t stand up for myself, as I felt I needed someone to back me up.
The girl finally got out of her car, and approached mine. She apologized. I didn’t, because it wasn’t my fault. And she looked guilty anyway. So I was hoping she could vouch for me when her policeman father came. Instead, her mother came and convinced everyone who came to my defense (and to her daughter’s a well) that it was both parties’ fault.
I knew, deep down, I should have called the police. I knew it. I just knew it. Fact is, I just didn’t do anything about it. I didn’t follow my instinct.
Now, I couldn’t claim insurance for $#!* I have to spend a lot, as the bumper is dented, and the taillight is broken.
I am just really sad that seeing that the girl who had hit my Mazda was my neighbour. My neighbour.
Ugh. I can’t even believe I’m playing this pathetic card. I’m out. For now.
(I’ll update with picture of my poor Mazda in a bit as soon as I can, because right now, I’m mentally put down by loads of things at the moment.)
