fragile town

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I break into my neighbours house, on the first floor, where he is sleeping we've been friends for a while.
"can I borrow your bike?" I say in a simple tone
"are you serious?" he said, surprised.
"absolutely" I said continuing to speak in thee same tone
he was surprised, but knowing me, he smirked and said "get it back as soon as you can" and tossed the keys to me.
"destiny will do that anyways yoh don't even ride it"
saying than I ran off his window and started his car with hasn't been driven since years as far I know

I started the bike, I felt so free. With no furthur thinking I drove it off not even thinking about where to go.
I was what I wanted to be, as a kid when someone asked me what to be or where will I be in the future?
The only answer I would give would be "wherever air takes me, I wanna be like a feather"
They would laugh at this, but I knew what I exactly meant.
The air blew on my face, I felt so relaxed.

After a long drive it feels like heaven, I'm in this barren place where I could see nothing till a huge distance. After driving a few miles I realised the oil was bout to finish. Well I didn't care, I came off and decided to change my clothes which I've been wearing since yesterday morning, I only had a few pares of clothes but they were enough, I liked to dress up like a boho chick.

I threw on my off shoulder cropped top onto my brown leather bralett with some high wasted shorts, I held my brown camel skin jacket with pretty fringes in my hand, looking for a truck to give me a lift.

It was difficult to find someone here, but at last I saw a light blue truck stopping in front of me. A man most probably between 25 or 30 stopped in front of me. He has blue eyes and resembled venessa hudgens I'm not even kidding. He looking cool. He has a hat on.

"Wanna jump in?"

I nodded and put my bike at the back of the truck and jumped into his car.

"What are you, like 13 or something?" He said laughing

"19." I said looking at him in my normal tone

He looked at me and continued driving.

"So where do i leave you?"

"Anywhere you want to, take me to a petrol pump"

"And what will I get for doing that?" He said

"I can walk if you don't want go" I said

"The doors are always open."

I opened the door, got my bike and put my bagpack on my back again. And left him surprised

"Hey! I was just kidding. I'm here to help you."

"Mind telling me where I may find a petrol pump?"

He was surprised but told me the directions, I sat on my bike using the last drops of oil it had heading towards the petrol pump.

I reached at started to get it filled. I turned around and saw him coming, the same guy. He was a total phsycopath! I laughed looking at him and drove my bike as fast as I could. I could see his truck follow me I tried to go away but he would catch me.

I turned around and reached a farm. There was a shed I went there kept my bike and sat on a railing. I saw him go away, screamed "asshole" I laughed and sat.

"Hey, who are you?"

I'm dead.

Before I could function my head I was picked up and put into a brown bag and dragged towards a truck and threw into it. My bike was still there, but I had my bagpack happily, I was scared well but not that guilty for coming here.

Let's see where we go now, as time passed I started to panic. Ugh panic attacks suck. I couldn't breath.

I could feel someone harshly open my bag. As soon as I opened my eyes I saw some people around me sitting in the truck it was a huge truck and was very dark excluding the small part where the drivers seat was placed.

"Hey" they all said.

A face I thought I had seen before said "you must be scared"

"I ain't scared." I said with my usual tone. Which was creepy to be honest.

They all were weird in a different way, I think I had seen them earlier somewhere

"Where are we heading" I said sticking my head towards the drivers seat through the window diving it. I was them smacked with a huge break and could feel everything black out as the break hit my head on some guys shoulder.