An Endless Road - Part 6
8:00 am, Friday
It was morning again. Still dark though. Odd, it should have some bit of daylight by then. I did check my phone and my car, though either one could’ve been out of whack at the time.
I know that I was fully rested, and so I drove on through. Hopefully I would see some light or a town soon.
10:00
I stopped to eat some more of my food and check the time. I had been driving for two hours and it was still dark. Dark this late into the morning. In the summer. Why? Why was it still dark? What’s going on? Did I read the time wrong? Did I sleep through the day? Did I go to sleep earlier than I thought I did? Is there something wrong with my phone? What’s going on?
My mind was racing as fast as my heart. I couldn’t process why anything like this would be happening. Was my mind slipping? Did I get a concussion? Is this what a concussion is like? Am I dreaming? I have to be dreaming right? But I just drove for two hours. Two hours on an empty road. My dreams are a lot of things, but not mundane.
I couldn’t think straight with everything going on and could hardly control my breathing. What was I doing? I had to do something. Move forward. Drive Onward. Anything. I was sitting there.
I tried to start my car again. It wouldn’t start. Lovely. Looks like I had to try and walk the rest of the way on foot? As if. I’d wait a little bit before I resorted to that. No point trying to walk to the next town if it’s been taking me this long.
I looked around at the plains surrounding me. Nothing. As usual. That was until I noticed to white blobs in the distance to my left. I squinted my eyes trying to make out whatever it was that I saw. They were coming closer. Wait… they were coming closer.
It was them! The two girls who tortured me as a kid. I froze in my seat, seeing them walk closer to the street. It had to be my imagination, a dream. A dream where I felt this much anxiety, sweating and crying like this…
I heard them laugh.
I had to turn the car on and get out of there, but of course it wouldn’t start. So instead I jumped out of the car and ran the other way.
They laughed.
There were so many rocks and shrubs in the path that I could barely see. I was stumbling all around, but I had to run. They were just behind me. Ghostly figures. “Get away from me!”
“What’s the matter, can’t take a joke?” They laughed together.
Soon I came to a large enough bush that I hid behind, hoping they wouldn’t see me. I was shaking where I was, breathing heavily. I had to calm down or else they’d hear me. Slowly I breathed in and out, managing to keep my breathing under control.
And so I waited.
Were they gone?
Then one stuck its head out from around the corner of a bush. “You look so dumb shaking like that!” I backed away screaming, hitting my head against the sharp branch.
After rubbing my head, the two pulled me into the bush, forcing it to scratch all over my face. I was screaming in pain. I tried to shake them off, but they were just as strong as I remember.
One of the girls laughed. “Wow. You can’t even break free from us as an adult? What’s wrong with you?”
I couldn’t help but cry as my face was scratched up by the thorns of the bush.
Soon they pulled me out of it as they stomped down on my chests, continuing in their giggles. All I could do was lie there in pain, wanting it to stop.
They dragged me off into the desert, eventually getting to the edge of a short cliff leading to a river. They were going to throw me in. “Don’t do this! What did I ever do to you?”
“You were pathetic, that’s what.” One laughed. “Can’t take a simple joke.”
“Please, I want this to stop.” I begged.
“What a baby.” The girl chortled.
They threw me in.
I hit that cold water with a hard splash. It hit my back as if I had just landed on cement. The water poured into my lungs as I struggled to breathe. The currents pushed me to and fro.















