I found myself driving, not sure were I was going or why, I'm not even sure how I got into the car in the first place. I feel a slight panic, the kind of panic you get when your being followed by a dangerous being of some sort. I kept my eyes fixed on the road, gripped the wheel as hard as I could and increased the speed hoping to get away from whatever was pursuing me.
It was a while until I realized something was not right, well actually a lot of things were not right, the first was I had been driving for hours and the sun has not moved an inch, the clock had been ticking and time was passing but the sun rested in the same spot in the sky, it was just at the perfect angle to adulterate my vision. The second of which was the fact that the scenery has not changed, it was the same monotonous dried shrubs by the road that lead to green hills and a plain which eventually led to a mountain range for off, it was the same for both sides. The final thing I noticed was that I had been driving for hours probably hundreds if not thousands of miles and I had not seen a single car, nor did it look like this road was going anywhere in either directions. For the nest few miles I payed attention to every little detail hoping some kind of change would occur.
Eventually after what felt like days of driving non stop, I became unbearably exhausted, my eye lids were heavy, my breathing was slow, and my eyes burned from the constant sunlight. Having great fear of falling asleep at the wheel I began playing little mind games, when those began to not work I began to flood my brain with seemingly dancing memories of the past. When that stopped working I grew rather worried and desperate my first instinct was to take the red hot metal of the cigarette lighter to various parts of my arm in high hopes that the intense burn would awaken me. I felt the heat as if it were real , my skin was charred black and flaked off . Tears ran down my face, not from the pain but from the very thought that I might be forever be stuck on this road forever.
Despite all of my efforts I eventually fell asleep, and honestly I cant remember anything after that until the next event, the next even that took place I remember as if it happened just last night. I was awakened by a horrendous scream, a scream that gives new meaning to the phrase ¨screaming bloody murder¨. A scream so real and so horrible that a piece of me shattered and will be gone forever. I looked up to see a little boy standing in the road, frozen by shock and fear he was helpless as my one man car struck his torso making his top half slam onto the hood of the car in a bloody crunch leaving a huge bloody mark, all while the bottom half was sucked under the and spat out the other end like someone eating spoiled food without knowing it was spoiled.
I made me car come to a sudden stop and I sat there waiting to feel something, sorrow, guilt, dread, but nothing I didn't feel anything. I got out and walked over to the boy as if he was just regular road kill on the side of the road. I looked at the pile of meat that used to be a boy, a puddle of blood surrounded a boy with one leg in half, the other twisted all the way around. One Arm was severed and the other in half holding on by a piece of muscle, his head was split open exposing the thin sheet of membrane like substance that was covering the brain. The skin that was on his face sat floating in the pool of blood. I looked at him wondering what he was doing in the road, who he was and what to do with him.
After a little while of observing him, he jolted awake, shocked that we was still alive I asked if he was okay, He immediately began crying and demanding for his parents. I observed my car seeing if there was anyway I could get him in, the car had no trunk or back seat, nor did it have a passenger seat. It was just a one man car with an AC and a radio that only played static. I looked back at the kid that remained suffering on the ground and not having any way to take him with me I figured I might as well put the poor boy out of his misery. I grabbed the biggest rock my body could life and dropped it upon his head, it made a crunch followed by silence.
After standing there sinking in what I had done I began to walk not wanting to see the poor boy anymore. As I got maybe ten feet away I once again heard the screams from the small boy, crying and demanding for his parents. Dread and sorrow slowly crawled into the back of my mind as I once again walked over to the boy. and lifted the rock to see him still alive, still not sure what to do I carry him to my car and began to frantically search for some kind of way to get him to go with me. After a bit of searching I found a long piece of thick rope that I used to tie the boy onto the roof of the car. Once I was sure he was secure I got into my car and turned the radio hoping the sound of static would drown out the boys cries for his parents.
After hours of driving and hearing the same static notice and seeing the same sights seemingly going nowhere I see a cliff up ahead. I turned off the radio to see if the kid was still alive, sure enough he was, he laid on the roof of the car crying for his parents. A light bulb shined into my head. I knew how to put the kid out of his misery and send him to a better place, I stomped the pedal until it was jammed down and the car sped up drastically. I struggled to undo my seat belt I glanced in the rear view mirror to see a black car making it was to me and immediately I felt that feeling of panic. What I had been running from is now about to catch up to me.
Once the car was close enough to the cliff I Jumped out and rag dolled across the dirt, rocks, and dead shrubs. I felt every bone break and every piece of skin and muscle get torn off of me until I eventually came to a stop right next to the cliff, as I laid there on my back with my left arm and leg hanging off the cliff, I heard the explosion from the car hitting the bottom on the abyss. I thought to myself its over and I gave a smile.
As I laid there awaiting death I head a car pull up, and i turned my head just enough to see a man and a woman step out of the car, the woman wearing a black dress, holding a tissue, the man was in a black suite and a black tie. They both looked as if they just recently left a funeral. I looked closer and they both resembled the boy, but before I could get nay better of a look the man pulled out a gun and shot me. I felt the bullet go in, I felt my heart and lungs stop, and I felt my brain shut down. Finally when I thought it was all said and done with, it was all over, no more suffering, no more pain for anyone... I heard the boy begin to cry for his parents again...