I figured out that if I managed to survive this ordeal, I would cherish everything around me, including my family and love ones even more.
A murmuring of a little soft voice soon broke my trains of thoughts. I tilted my head a little and discovered the unconscious girl had wakened up. She kept screaming hopelessly, afraid, not knowing what had happened.
"Don't cry, we will be save...soon," I comforted the girl. Although I was not too sure of my assurance.
The little girl continued crying, as if she had claustrophobia. I believed she had been trapped in this space for as long as I had. A built man like me should be able to endure the lack of water and food for this long. But I bet this girl could not last within the next few hours.
I stared at my leg, the bleeding had stopped again. I guessed I would either die of starvation or over-loss of blood. But the latter seem more real as I could still satisfy my needs through the half-emptied bottle of mineral water and the almost-rotting bananas. My mouth tasted small bits of stones, sand and dirt. It was awful. Accompanied by the bitter taste of the banana, I vomited some out. It was extremely disgusting.
I titled my head over to the left. A man not too far was lying in a peaceful position. His eyelids, closed and swollen red, lips chapped from thirstiness with whitish complexion. I was forced to believe that he did not make it. The man died in a praying position. He must had been a strong believer in God; God did not heard his prayers.
I was too morbid to believe in anything now. Fever started to take over my body. I felt stuffy and was perspiring profusely. I was tempted to grouch down the mineral water. But I was afraid that I had no water left for later. I predicted I could only last till the next day; I had no idea if it was day or night out there.
I breathed in deeply for more oxygen. The fever had enfeebled my being completely. I felt nauseous. My eyelids got more and more heavy. I thought this must be it. I was dying, not from over-loss of blood or starvation. But from the fever that I had. Soon, I fall into a deep slumber...
I did not know how long I had slept. But my surrounding had become extremely quiet. It was so quiet I felt like I was in space. The annoying cries of the little girl had stopped. I was scared. Her face looked like she had gone through much pain and torture. I shivered. I should have given her a piece of my bananas or gave her a sip of my mineral water. Even the last form of life within this tiny space had died. I should be going anytime soon.
I drank all of water and ate all the bananas. I told myself that if these foods could not sustain my life, I would just passed on just like the two dead people beside me. I positioned myself and started to pray silently. I wished if my parents had survived and if they found me dead, they would not feel too devastated.
Not very long later, I heard the hub buds of some men above. I confirmed that it was not my hallucination and yelled hardly. I even tried hitting the rocks with the emptied bottle. The rescuers must have heard my shouts. I could hear them discussing about a survivor below them. It must be me. I continued screaming at the top of my lungs. I waited for a few minutes before the rock above me was lifted off. The brightest and the warmest light I had ever felt shone upon me. I was blinded by the sudden source of light. A smile was plastered across my face as fresh air gushes in to revive my dying lungs. I embraced the sunlight that was shone upon me. I could not make out who was the black figure that was above me. I just knew that my life did not end in this tiny space. I did not enter the heavens with the two dead bodies beside me.
I did not have the energy to climb out myself. Instead a rescuer pulled me out with alacrity. I gave a weak smile, convinced that I had survived this ordeal.
