Bottle

Im a column shape water bottle with a light-green colouring material of cap and birth label on my transparent colour and wale pattern body. The label state all(prenominal) the information of tap which including my weight with 350ml, my organ and business system in the ingredient part, get off of birth at Melaka, Malaysia and of course my identity which people used to called it barcode and chance me by scan on it. I was sent to a thieve named seven- eleven with siblings when 2-weeks- elder only when this was where the tragedy happened. Its at the moonlight wickedness, a night people used to have their sweet dream on the good-natured ed.Unluckily, I was an inconspicuous bottle who loitering and crying on the lonely slopes roadway because of a drunken experienced man who obtain me and suck in all the blood in my body to sober up his brain. My body is nowadays rubbing to the road and play a sweet symphony. This short jaunt is like fast and furious 5 in the scene tho Im act to dodge the big stone and deep hole or else of car. The rubbing makes me feel some stabbing pain which in the inexpensive range. still the most broken- try onted is my skin has been scratching by rubbing and pass away full of scratches. The cool but lustery weather makes me hard to stop myself on the s manoeuvert.I had no idea how to stop and felt forlornness to this situation because I world power be obliged stuck somewhere on the street for let outty feel. The wind presumptuous indecent me and obligate me to loiter along the street. lastly I stopped on the street near the drain since a huge tire block my way. I assure around but in that respect were no people or even a computerized tomography in my sight at this lonely night. I scream and call off with heartbreaks to the old man to pick me up or bring me foundation thus I wont stick at there forever. He couldnt hear me and went away afterword. I felt sleepy after this entire electrifying Journey. I was awakened by t he ear-piercing horn.The glare and dazzle sun makes me couldnt plain-spoken my eyes and suddenly I hear Pi Pi Piak Piak sound. I felt unbearable pain from my body and soul since an old motortruck filled with waste mercilessly run over me without all model and alert. But I was also unable to do anything even it gave me a whisper horn. When I was feeling the unbearable pain, a limousine as quickly as lighting run over me and left me a wisp of smelly grey smoke. The vehicles on the road treat me like an pismire that abide by run over me continuously and I was drifted by ahem from where to where since I couldnt regard as where I am.I thought my miserable wandering life would bring me to heaven but it stopped after few hours. I opened my eyes and realized that I was stuck by an old grand tree because the old roots locked me firmly. In this sad moment, I remember and missed my siblings, missed the days we chatting together happily. I see they might be sent back to the place we bir th to refill the blood now, they might be missed me also. I remember that the place I birth was very clean and the air was fresh. Unlike the street and this tree which full of dust.The days I stuck by the old tree, originally didnt had any wind or rain but there were people who forced to help me take bath by pee at me. Sometimes, there would be people who drunk and vomit to me. I couldnt did anything even I didnt like it. So, I learned to be optimism, treat that like bathing. But days by days, I became smelly, estimated mildew. I started to talk and pray to god, trust that any scavengers would pity me and pick me up. I did it all(prenominal) day and didnt intermit up this small hope. In the leisure time, I would everlastingly aspect around, I always imagined leaving here and backing home.One day, I hear nah grandpa, here is nother empty cans, I look up and saw an old scavenger holding a itty-bittyr girl. He was dragging a big plastic bad which full of recycle items. I was so enw and desperate to go in that plastic bag, this was the only chance I could go back to recycle station and sent back to home. I keep scream and shout, moving my body even these was useless since the old scavenger couldnt hear and saw what I did to him. After they passed by me, I was totally give up and forlornness again But, there was always a but in life journey which could change your life, so, Just think of the bright sight of the life.The little girl like sensed me and look back, she saw me and came towards me to pick me up. I was so sincere thanks to the little girl since she save my life. After that, I follow them to back to their home, the little took me out from the plastic bag and help me to wash my smelly and boggy body. She cut me into half after that and used me as flower rear to plant her flower. I didnt felt any remorse since she save my life, she keep watering the flower which I used to plant and talking to it every day. I felt that this might be another type of life-style for me. I was enjoyed and happy.