Emptiness inside

*Sigh*

• Went to the Balai Polis to make a report on my lost IC.
• A sense of complete idiocy engulfs me like tsunami waves on a Saturday afternoon.
• i step into the office and walk to a seat. Unhappy- the sensation is overwhelming.
• The unsmiling woman in uniform tells me to take a seat. i do.
• We get down to business. i blab on; she types in the details.
• Once it's done, she turns on the computer screen in front of me, opposite hers. They're connected...nice.
• i read the grandmother story in front of me. The words jump out. Why? Coz it sounds all too familiar...oh that's right, i experienced it yesterday -_-. i'm the author. Made it happen, and now putting it on paper. Exposé.
• i make her amend a few lines. i'm picky. i wanna make sure the story is precise, right down to the last details.
• Her non-existent smile draws in even more.
• She prints three copies and make me sign them.i do.
• She checks with someone behind her after telling me to take a seat somewhere else...the waiting area.
• i sit with my mom. Silence.
• On my left there's a bleeding woman. On my right there's a bleeding man. i look at my mom. 'Car accident. A man whacked up the couple', she whispers. 'Did you see an Indian man come in just now? Wearing a yellow shirt?' i hadn't.
• The bleeding man starts to explain. A car tried to squeeze in to a lane and scratched his in the process. Instead of stopping, the driver flashed obscene hand gestures and drove on. The chinese couple followed him until he stopped. The chinese man alighted with a steering wheel lock in his hand. The heavy metal bar thing. The indian man came out and attacked him immediately.
• It's morbid. People walk in and out. In uniform, in plainclothes, maybe some are criminal detainees. Now i know why i hate police stations.
• The uniformed woman calls me again and hands me my report and tells me to find some sargeant. His name was written at the top.
• My mom and i walk down really narrow and creepy corridors. We look at all the names on the doors along the way. Department names also adorned the doors. There was kongsi gelap, kekerasan, samun, and all that. Goosebumps rise.
• We find the sargeant's door way at the end (why is it always at the end? why is it never the door at the beginning, where there's still sunlight?)
• We knock and enter. He reads the report, then reprimands and reprimands. Expect.
• Done. He says to go buy the report coz we'll need it in case anything happens.We say thank you and leave. Then we buy the report and walked out.
• i never wanna step into another police station again if i can help it.
• Who the heck loses their IC anyway? Oh, right...that's me.