SKIP | Origins

Chapter 1: Origins

7:03 AM

New day, same crap. I knew I shouldn't have had that whole pizza before bed that day, could have done with a few more hours of sleep. Don't think that'd fly with my boss though, plus I had to pay my half of the rent, didn't want to piss off Sally.

Sally was my flatmate. Well, I'd hardly call her a "mate". I wouldn't have been house sharing with her if I wasn't so desperate, her flat was the only one available that I could afford at the time. It didn't help that her bedroom was the room next to mine, and with those walls being so thin, all I ever heard was the nastiness she got up to with her "weekly entourage of men". It was kinda hot actually.

"Get up kid, it's rent money earnin' time and I ain't house sharing with slackers." She'd demand.

Can you imagine? Towering over me like I'm some dog of hers, in her snazzy brown waitress uniform, obnoxious barbie pink lipstick and her bright red hair. Aggressively chewing on some gum, glaring at me, as I laid there on my bed, wearing nothing but boxers and a single sock. Did privacy mean anything to that woman?

Don't you have a job to go to Sally?

Anyway, my life was pretty dull and repetitive. I worked most days as a pizza delivery guy, and some nights as a sales assistant at a twenty-four-seven gas station for extra cash, just five miles outta town. Things were pretty regular and boring. Well, at least they were until that night.

11:21 PM - Near Old Town Gas Station

It was about eleven twenty in the night; I was driving down Beverly Road; late to my night shift, as usual. Looked like a storm was coming, and the road that lead to the gas station was surrounded by a thick forest. The atmosphere felt like something off a horror movie, I hated that drive, but I needed the money.

I loaded up my embarrassing album of break up songs I only play when I'm in the car alone, to ease the tension, and it worked for a moment, though something was off. Maybe I was being paranoid but, I couldn't scratch this feeling that I was being followed.

I looked up at my rear view mirror and noticed a car in the distance, about four car lengths away, I couldn't stop darting my eyes at the rear view mirror. Was it getting closer? I couldn't tell. It was probably all in my head.

Man, I gotta stop watching so many horror movies, I was just waiting for that car to transform into an apocalyptic robot, crush me to death and harvest my organs to alien farmers.

To be honest, I wasn't one to be easily scared. There was just this book I had been reading; I bought it at a yard sale a few days back. The Book of Time, it had some pretty scary stories on it, scarier than the average horror novels I'd read on Wattpad. I don't know what it was, but something about those stories felt real, vivid, and oddly descriptive. There was one story about a woman who got beheaded, but I won't bore you with the gory details.

I tried to calm my thoughts and focus on the road ahead, then suddenly, something quickly took my attention. I approached a bend, just in time to spot a real monster, a huge truck was hurtling straight towards me at full speed, I could feel my heart pounding out of my chest.

What a shit way to go, people say your whole life flashes by before you die. Unfortunately, they were right.

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