I was driving down the street in my truck. I was almost out of gas, running on less than half a tank, I drove for around twenty more minuets when I finally saw a gas station. I pulled into the parking lot and pulled next to a machine. I started to fill up my tank. Around five minuets later it was done, I pulled the hose out of my car and then I pulled into a parking spot in the lot. I got out of my car and walked into the gas station, it smelled like smoke and beef jerky. I walked up to the counter. The man at the counter was big, mildly over weight had a thick beard wore a base ball hat, a Grateful Dead shirt, and kaki shorts. "Can I have a pack of cigarettes?" I asked. The man turned around, bent over and picked me up a pack of cigarettes. "Will that be all?" he asked. I nodded he handed me the pack and I handed him fourteen dollars and told him to keep the change. I walk out of the store. There was someone sitting on the bench next to the door. He wasn't there before. "Hello Kennedy." He said this just as he did I turned my head. He wasn't looking at me he was looking at the street. "Ya' talking to me?" He kept his eye on the other side of the street. "Hello? Can you here me?" I asked him. Probably some drunk I thought. I walked over to my car. I climbed into the blue truck, right before I closed the door the drunk talked again.
"Too, many people Kennedy, too many people." He said. I seriously thought that this guy was talking to himself, and lots of crazy people do. I closed the door and started to pull out. I looked back at the guy he was now standing up and waving to me. He said something, I couldn't here what he was saying but I could kind of make out the word, "Goodbye." I have to admit the experience creeped me out. But, it was around twenty or so minuets when my radio turned on. My car does this sometimes, it is just the wiring, but it always goes to the classical station, my taste of music, expecting to here a wave of Mozart and Bach I instead listened to a sensation of whispers with the hum of static in the background. Maybe it was the area I was in, I being one who has traveled to many places, know a thing or two about faulty areas. I waited for the string quartet to emerge from the static mess, but it didn't. Unlike most however I can tolerate and in some cases even enjoy the screams of static, that enjoyment ended very soon when I heard the nam Kennedy erupt from the radio. Was it my mind, was I going crazy, no, I needed to calm down, I have extreme anxiety and take many things way to seriously, I know that now, but at the time I was sure that something was wrong. I stopped the car and lit a cigarette. After around two minuets of rest I came back to my senses. It was late 2:00 AM I would estimate and I probably needed some sleep.
I was driving down the street when I saw someone hitch hiking. Now, I being an experienced trucker and knowing the rules of the road know never to hitch hike or pick up a hitch hiker, this is because you never know if your gonna pick up the next Charles Manson. But, there was just something about this guy. I felt like, I kinda had to pick him up, like if I didn't something would go wrong. So, I pulled over. "Hey, get in." He got in, the man was short, stocky, had a broad set of shoulders, small legs and a small waist. "What's the name?" The man looked at me. He had a rough looking face. "Kennedy." He said. I almost swerved off the road.
"Are you joking?" I said.
"What?" He replied.
"Kennedy, that's your name?"
"Yeah, is there something wrong with that?"
I snapped back into reality. I looked at the man I probably scared the crap out of him. "No, I'm sorry, it's been a late night."
"I know how you feel." said the man.
I felt like I was going, crazy. I knew I was. At first I thought it was just me being paranoid and tired, but when Kennedy told me his name I knew it was all real. I clenched my teeth. I stopped the car. "Is everything okay?" asked Kennedy? I turned and looked at him. No, I thought, everything was not okay. But, I had to suppress that, I couldn't let him know that. Then he would think I was crazy.
"Yeah, everything's fine, my hand, it just hurt a little bit." I replied.
We continued to drive. I then began to think, what if I never saw that man, what if I was just imagining this whole thing, like I had been driving this whole time and I had just imagined that I had gone to the gas station. I needed to figure out if this was true. I looked at my gas tank, it was filled up all the way. I reached for my pack of cigarettes, they were there. I started to panic, like I always do so I stopped the car. "Hey, Kennedy could you come out with me so I can fill up a tire." He looked confused.
"Yeah, sure."
I stepped out of the car and so did he. "So what tire is it?" he asked. I looked at him. I pointed to a random tire. He walked over to the tire to press on it to see if it was flat. While he was doing that I grabbed my hammer from the back of my pickup. "Hey what're you doing?" I walked toward him. I lifted the hammer and smashed it down on his head. He let out a scream, he fell on his back. I then raised it again and brought it down on his face. I did this around six more times.
I had killed him. I picked up his lifeless body and carried it over to the side of the road. I knew I would never be caught so I left him there, I was hoping someone would find him. Depending on the person it could make their day. So as I lit a cigarette I continued to drive. I continued my journey.
