I was driving late on the road a Monday evening just now coming home from work and by this time of day the road was getting darker and I was in a hurry to get home. I don't honestly know why I was in such a hurry I guess it was just the uneasiness of the dark road ahead of me. I turned off the radio because i wasn't really interested in listening to the depressing story of the poor kid who mutilated himself and there was nothing else on any of the stations. A street lamp was coming up and I noticed a slim teen with a green turtle neck under it his thumb out to the side. I figured he was just another lost teenager looking for a ride so for some reason I stopped my hurry and pulled over for the young boy. I never saw his face he was looking at the floor the whole time. I rolled down the window and looked out at the kid "Get in" I said unlocking the door. The teen nodded putting his thumb down and reaching his right hand out for the door handle. He got into the back seat throwing his blue backpack down onto the seat next to his. "Where to?" I asked the kid. He held out a map a circle around a street. I didn't recognize the street but I figured it wasn't to far from my home maybe half an hour. The teen never looked up at me and kept his left hand hidden behind his backpack. I guessed he was just nervous to be in a strangers car. "What's your name?" I asked trying to show him I was no threat. His dirty blond head never looked up neither did he say anything he just stared at his converses which I couldn't help but notice had traces of dry blood on them and his tight skinny jeans clung to his skin they were damp I just guessed he had unknowingly trudged through something left in the the side of his road and his jeans were still wet from the earlier night when it had rained. "Well if you're not going to say anything I'll tell you my name is Michele" I said still trying to sound friendly. He simply nodded and still said nothing I sighed and drove on.
