The sky was blank when I opened my eyes, as if the stars and clouds were too scared of the darkness of the night. I felt like I lost something, I could tell that something slipped through the cracks of my fingers but I couldn't put my finger on it. It felt like a fantasy that had drifted with the wind, except that I didn't have a clue what that fantasy was.
Moments of confusion had me lost in what I had to do. For a moment I couldn't remember anything, just like that, lying still in the middle of nowhere, trying to remember what was going on before everything had vanished away.
There were voices, human voices, yelling and cursing in a tone of anger like no other, in the tone that said much, voice filled with some kind of fear, terror of losing control. I could recognize that harsh voice, I knew that Californian accent well enough to know who it belonged to. Everything started slipping back to my head, images of the chaos I was going through were being drawn in my mind. The corners of my eyes caught glimpses of light, headlights, and then sounds of an engine of a truck followed.
The empty sky started to fade away, turning to a blur just like everything else. My eyes were soaked with tears, tears that were begging to be set free, tears that I failed to trap.
He was close, it was as if I could smell his scent filling the air I breathe. It felt like I could see the end of me, drawing itself closer and closer every time he steps forward. In a moment of feeling trapped, lost and helpless I couldn't do anything to save myself, I couldn't even think of a way to survive.
At last, I decided to run as long as I could, for as far as my feet could take me. With the tiny bit of power I had left, I lifted myself up standing straight on my feet again. I let the heaviness that took over me die out behind my back, in aims of getting out of this hell in one piece.
His eyes were piercing through me once I stood up, I could feel it. He was standing to my right, not a big distance lied in between of us. A smirk was engraved on his cheek, one that showed - clearly in the dark - deep satisfaction within. Even in the distance, I was able to spot hell burning in the pair of honey eyes that settled on me in an evil glare.
The road was only few willing steps away from me, only a bit of running would take me to my survival. I wanted to move, to run, to reach the road and stay alive, but I just couldn't escape my position. I had the urge to run, and with the little power I had collected I was able to, but the terror he planted in me held my feet hostage to the ground beneath them. Feeling threatened by the moving air around me, I just froze in my place, waiting for some kind of miracle as it seemed.
"Come right here you filthy slut!" His voice echoed through the air, loud and harsh like an animal. As soon as his words were heard, I found myself running, automatically, with tears drenching my full of dirt cheeks.
My desperate cries and sobs sounded pathetic, even to my own self. My knees were quivering, and I so helpless wanted it to just be over. The way to the road seemed to go forever, a never-ending path of dirt and rocks. I kept turning back, constantly freaking myself out by reminding myself of the sight of his chasing after me. The edge of my sleeve absorbed the tears, and with a deep inhale I forced myself to go faster.
There was nowhere to run, the road was empty, nothing but me, him and the stiff wind. Darkness had swallowed everything. Every bit of hope was drained from my body as I eyed the empty road a step away from me, maybe it was time to accept what was meant to happen. I looked back at him, the sight of him made my guts roll with disgust. But with every moment I grew to accept the fact that there was no escaping from his grip.
But then things changed, everything was washed away from my mind when the headlights of a car illuminated the pavement and what's around, and for the first time in forever, a smile insisted to be drawn on my lips. I could ask myself if it was the light angels carry with them when they descend from heaven, but it didn't matter, the mercy of the heavens was here to rescue me from the darkness the devil had drowned me with.
Without a second thought, without worrying about anything, I ran towards the car with a gathering speed. The hope that had found a home in me planted energy in me, and suddenly I was as energetic as a child.
I settled in the middle of the road, waving my arms high up in the air with a smile I didn't even think of hiding. I couldn't care less about being crashed by a car in a hurry, it wasn't such a thing to be worried about anyway. I would either die by a car crashing my skull, or on the hands of a merciless maniac, or maybe survive with the kindness of a stranger. At this point fate was blurred and unpredictable, and frankly, this felt way much better.
"Help me!" I screamed as loud as my throat allowed, and my voice was followed by a deafening sound of brakes that put me on the edge of death.
