Have you ever come to that point in your life when you’re driving, and there is a large wall right in front, you’re heading straight for it and there is nothing you can do? The seat-belt digs into your chest and the brakes are just a showpiece on this expensive car you’re sitting in. You close your eyes. Tight. “This is it” you tell yourself. Everything becomes silent. Your head goes numb and you accept the end and wait for it to finish. You want to scream but your voice, like your luck, has deserted you as well. And then.....
Well most of those who have felt what I’m describing won’t know what I’m talking about because they would either be dead or have lost their memory at least. Although if they are alive they owe their lives to me. You see, that is my job. I’m a “CRASH TEST DUMMY”, though the word “dummy” is quite offensive to our people.
I hate my job. Who doesn’t? But the thing about being a crash test dummy is that there is absolutely no respect at the work place. I’m thrown around and put in a car that’s smashed to pieces and then they check me for damages. So when I was cleaned up after my last job and when everything was fixed I was sure I was being promoted. Turns out Ferrari had bought me for their plant in Maranello and they needed me on the first day of the next year.
I was put into a train and that too in a private coach. The train was leaving London when a lady panting walked into the coach. She had clearly run to catch her train and had made it just in time. This girl; she was the pretties lady I had imagined. Her hair was black, shining like a brand new Black Lamborghini left out in the sun. She brushed it off her face and she was dragging a heave bag. She didn’t look at me even once. She had blue eyes. Pretty sky blue eyes.
“Excuse me, could you help me with this please?” she had her back to me as she was putting her bag in the luggage hold. How I wish I had muscles and tendons! I wanted to get up and walk up to her. Damn it god! Why wasn’t I born a human? “Thanks for your help.” She said, sarcastically I guess, as she turned to face me and she looked right at me. She was so beautiful. Then I realised I was staring so I looked away. Then looked back and she was still looking. I smiled. She took a step toward me and my heart started pacing. “Oh what was I gonna do? Stay calm! Stay calm. She likes you too. See she likes you too.”
She stopped. Her eyes widened, “Oh my god!”
“Ok, maybe she doesn’t. Stop smiling like an idiot. Say something. Anything!” it was then that I remembered she was a human. My smile, my words were nothing to her because she couldn’t see or hear them. I had a plastic exterior and I hid my feelings exceptionally well.
“Yuck!” she said loudly and went back to her seat. She was on her phone, or reading, for most of the evening and from her talking I heard her say her name was Sarah. She would look at me once in a while and I would try smiling back, but she always looked away smiling and shaking her head. The evening turn into the night and the lights outside were whizzing past. We must have been in Italy by now, because the train was going through some city and we were to reach our destination just after midnight.
She looked outside the window at the city lights and sighed. Then she smiled as fireworks lit up the night. She said loudly “Happy Ne...” when her phone rang. “Oh hi Anne, I’m almost there. Yeah, happy new year to you too. How’s Gary? Uh huh.
She was blushing. I could see her smiling and she suddenly looked up. Smiling she turned towards me and said,” Me? Yeah I met someone.” She got up and started walking towards me. “Stay calm. Stay calm.”
“Oh he’s cute.” She said as she sat down next to me. My heart was beating so fast now, if I had sweat glands I would have been drenched. “His name? Uh...Andy” Her hand was gently stroking the name patch on my sleeve that said Andy. “Oh he was on his way to Maranello as well and he has a Ferrari.” The tag on my wrist gave her that. Oh she was so close I wanted to hold her and keep her with me forever. “Umm...on my train... Kissed? Yeah we kissed at midnight....great....Love you too, Bye.” She put down the call then she was stroking my hair, and she smiled and she put her head on my shoulder. I was beaming...inside.
The train started slowing down and Sarah realised it was time to go. “Please god, give me one of those wishes where I become a human for one night, or just give me speech, anything! PLEASE!” She got up packed her stuff and was ready to leave when she stopped turned to face me and then walked over and sat down next to me. She leaned over and I realised she was about to kiss me.
When you kiss it’s just like a car crash. You always end up noticing the smallest things. Her hand on my knee. The speedometer needle straining to reach the limit. Her breath on my cheek. The wall becoming larger slowly. My eyes shutting. The belt straining. My body stiffening. The seat sinking further. And then...
The sound of the train, the music on her ipod everything just stops. I could hear my heart beat inside. And then that too stopped.
The train stopped. The kiss ended. She pulled back just a little and whispered into my ear, “Happy new Year Andy”
And just like that my love story ended. And I was lying in the debris of that crash waiting for someone to come and see how much damage it had caused.