The lights appear out of the darkness. It was a miracle. I don't know how far away I am from home and I don't know how long it may take me to get back, but at least I'll have one more person here with me.
How could I be so stupid?
The sirens pierce my ears as the sound gets closer. They must be going at least 80 mph in a downpour of rain. I can't tell if I'm shaking out of nerves or because of what I did. Damn I messed up. Not like before, though. I messed up really bad this time.
A big boxy red truck and a smaller white car cruise toward me. The cars make their way on the painstakingly long, swerving road that I can't remember walking down. Was that 2 hours ago? 12 hours ago? Yesterday? Time to me isn't making any sense, as I can't remember when anything happened or the order it had happened. I'll be no help to the police; I am a useless piece of evidence and it's all my fault.
All I can see is the lights in front of me. I'm waiting for them to stop in front of me and get out of those damn cars. I need to talk to someone...I can't remember the last time I talked to a person except for myself. I need to explain but I haven't figured out how. I really really messed up.
I hope that these people are understanding. I hope that they might be able to be my friend before they are my enemy. Before they try to take me away and keep me isolated from the world. I can't be alone; I've already been doing that for the past 10 years. I need people.
The two solid yellow lines below my feet suddenly seem slippery. I don't think they are stable enough to hold me. They suddenly slither away from under my feet and I'm left falling to the gravel face down. The sensation in my legs leave me and the headlights in front of me get blurry. The red, blue, and white all swirl together. The blackness from under my eyes keep myself from staying conscious. My hearing is blotchy but I make out several voices, none of which I had heard before. It was my first time hearing voices that I could remember.
