My name is Nilson. 

I am 20 years old. 

That night, I was coming home from my office. I was very tired after working all day. My body hurt, and my mind felt slow.When I steeped onto the road, the city was noisy, but I did not pay much attention to it. I only wanted to go home and rest. 

I walked on the same road I walked everyday. Because I was tired, I was not careful. My thoughts were stuck on work and problems in my life. I did not focus on the traffic while crossing the road. 

Suddenly, bright lights appeared in front of me. 

I looked up and saw a truck coming towards me. For a moment, I could not feel my body anymore. It felt strange, like I was no longer there.

Then I saw myself on lying on the road. 

My body was still. People were standing around it. My bag was on the ground beside me. I tried to move but I could not. That was when I understood the truth. 

I, Nilson, was dead. 

The world continued as usual. Cars passed by. People talked. But my life ended on that road. 

Or so I belived