After grabbing a coffee and something from the service's i got back into my car. All i could think about were the screams, over and over. How? Why? All questions i needed to find the answers to. I needed a rest, but i had to do this job. My only chance. This was worth the risk. You don't know how shit my live was back then. But now, i would give almost anything to be back there, away from this hell hole. They was a lot to deal with. As i gathered my thoughts, i took a deep breath and put the car in gear. The motorway is a good place to think over things, but for me it was making matters worse. Again, all i could think of were the screams. Were they the screams of the missing, the dead even. I was making to many horrific ideas that they could have been. The more ideas, the more sick and twisted they turned out. I needed to rest, fast. My only option was to get off the motorway and stop by the side of the road somewhere out of the way. About fifteen minutes later i found a spot and got my head down. It was only then i realised that the voices and screams were still there. In my head. Thinking it was me hearing things because i was tired, i fell asleep. The back seats of my car were not the most comfy bed in the world but it did. I remember feeling relieved to rest before i was asleep. But the other end would be a totally different event.
