Writing Prompts

Headlights

I stared straight ahead. Everything was white. The image I was trying to make out in the distance swam before my eyes. This would have been hard enough to see without the tears falling.
Here I was. Standing in the exact spot I dreamt of for months.
It was nothing like it was supposed to be.

I couldn't see. Even when I squeezed my eyelids as tight as they could go, the light slipped in through the cracks. What had I done? How had I allowed myself to think that this would be better? That this would change anything. Instead I was stuck. Blinded this light. I guess deep down I thought I could stop them. That maybe if I stood in one spot on the street they wouldn't leave me. I was wrong. So incredibly wrong. The car and I sat motionless for only seconds. Time seemed to stop completely and the hairs on my arm raised in a final salute.
I couldn't stop them. They'd hit me and I'd bleed out on the street. It was safer to just let them go. Better for everybody that way...

Yet as I had the thought of stepping aside, something in my soul cracked. I could feel its tiny fragile pieces breaking through any dignity I had left. My knees buckled and a terrible heart wrenching sound broke through the silence. Lights in the nearby houses turned on but I didn't care. I couldn't care.
It was me.
I was screaming.
I was begging with every bone in my body.

What would they think of me? The neighbours would call the police. They'd think I'd been hit.
I could already feel the truck inching beside me, they needed to go, their job was more important than my shattered mind. I longed to reach out and hold them back but I couldn't. I was rooted to the spot on the pavement where my tears fell.
They'd call me pathetic. Perhaps a wimp. I would lower my head and cry some more. If only they knew the whole story.
They never do though...

Nobody ever asks.