"I dont know why we have to move, mom... we're normal, right? You dont think it affected us too, right?" I took out an earbud as I turned to look at her.
"I dont know Kiddo, but it's best to get out of there. Moving to Canada will be better than living in Boston, I promise. It's better to be safe than sorry when it comes to what happened." Her eyes were on the road as she spoke. She had her sunglasses on and started to speed up.
"Okay, but... the incident wasnt my fault, right?"
"Of course it wasnt Karson, that's a silly thing to say." Her voice was warm but it made me uneasy. That thing followed me home to the apartments... what if it follows me here too?
"Okay. Can we stop for food soon?"
"I dont see why not. I'll take the next exit and well have a rest break." She turned up her podcast as I put my headphones back in.
Mom was going 20 over the speed limit and I saw a carrier truck catch up to us. A truck like that shouldn't be going that fast... it could tip over and kill us! I grabbed moms shoulder after I took out a headphone.
"Mom. We either need to speed up or slow down. If that truck turns onto this side and tips over it could kill us!"
"You're just worrying, Karson, That's not going to happen." She swerved past a car as some of my water escaped its bottle. Why was she driving so recklessly?
She kept speeding up and the carrier truck kept catching up to us. My heart was racing and I could feel my body power down with anxiety.
I couldnt move, it's as if I could only sit and watch with my music in. I tried to move my arms but I could only move my fingers to switch songs. All the songs started to mix together as I skipped through them. Am I having an anxiety attack or something?
I cant think right, even just trying to think gives me a headache... my brain feels like its bleeding together, my eyesight was going fuzzy and I could feel my bones in my skin.
I closed my eyes and everything felt like it was turning.
"I love you Karson! I hope you live through this! I'm sorry I shouldve listened!"
I opened my eyes and I could only get a blink in before I felt metal going through my arm. I blinked. I blinked. I blinked.
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ParanormalWarning: the following article contains subject matters of Entropy, delusions, hallucinations, blood, mental trauma, hopelessness, demented behavior and psychological torment. Viewer discretion is advised. Most of this story is fiction. But some is...