July 10th
I was in the car listening to the saddest song I had in my playlist. I looked at my dad. He seemed to be moving his lips but I couldn't hear him and I also didn't care. All I could think about is this camp. What does it look like? Who goes there? Is it the shit hole I imagined it would be?
In the car I saw that there was a small flask in the front pouch. I quickly grabbed it and stuffed it in my sweatshirt pocket.
It had been a couple hours and I was getting a little tired. I usually never get any sleep after everything that happened. My phone was dying so I turned off the music and decided to talk to my dad, since I had nothing better to do.
"Where are we" I asked.
I had never been to New Hampshire ever. After my parents divorce, I never went anywhere really. It was just me and my dad going to the same place.
"We just made it in New Hampshire" my dad said eagerly.
I started looking at the window thinking. Trying to remember the good times. Then all of a sudden, everything went dark. I couldn't see anything and I didn't remember what happened at all. When I could finally see something, there was nothing there. "Hello?" an echo of silence roase. "Is anyone here?" All of a sudden I hear a noise.
"BECCA!"
I started running straight. Anywhere that I could find out who that person was. I was running while the screams of my name were getting louder. Then I saw something. A door. I could hear that the voice was coming from here. "Should I open it" I thought to myself. "Of course open it you dumb shit" the voice in my head told me.
I slowly moved my hand to the door. The voice of my name was so loud. It was pounding in my head. I slammed the door open. It was Alex. He was standing exactly where he was when I found out what he did. "Becca please stay." I started to run the other way, but Alex started chasing me. The voice of my name kept getting louder and louder.
"BECCA. BECCA BECCA!"
I just kept running until I fell down. I shut my eyes and just let myself fall. I gasped for air, and when I opened my eyes my dad was right infront of me standing outside the door.
"Becca are you okay?" my said said worried.
"Ya" I said. "It must have been a bad dream."
My dad looked even more worried. He also looked a little realived. I haven't slept in a while so sleeping in the car must have felt good for my dad.
"Well... we're at the camp. Are you ready?"
Was I ready? I had one choice. Do I step out of the car, and actually do something, or stay in the car and never do anything again?
"Yes" I said confidently.
I was ready to get out of this car. I was ready to begin my new life.
