I need to get out of her house,
think of the places she might be. I hop into my car and start it; the next few
hours are a blur. I drive to every haunt I’ve been to with her, every place she
has described in our long talks that we’ve had. No one is around, not a single
person anywhere. I drive frantically, nearly out of control to each of my usual
haunts, searching for some one, any one. Perhaps someone I have seen in
passing, someone I know. But the streets are empty, the places closed and
locked.
I start to think this is some really
cruel elaborate joke. I start screaming, “Okay guys you got me. You can come
out now!” I know terribly cliché, but what else have I got. My mind falls back
to all the Twilight Zone episodes I have watched where what seems to be
happening in them is happening to me. Perhaps this is just a really bad dream,
a nightmare? I don’t know. I try to will myself awake. It’s never worked in a
dream before for me, so I know it is a futile attempt anyways.
Logically, I am left with two
conclusions: either this is a dream and I will wake up soon enough, or this is
not a dream and I’m alone out here. The easier to accept option lands in my
mind as a focus. This has to be a dream; everything will be okay. I just have
to make it till I wake up. What would I do, I ask myself, if I were all alone
in this world? The answers start coming in quickly.
I go to all the places that were
restricted before. Every closed door I have ever wondered what was behind it, I
open. I know there will be no consequences. I take a trip to D.C. and wonder
through all the hidden parts of the Smithsonian’s. I explore congress and the
hidden places in the archive. Days stretch on. I drive out to Area 51, and
search through it. Surprisingly there’s nothing there of any real interest.
Sometimes my imagination fails me, oh well. I go back home after months of
searching around. I rack my brain for things to do, but everything I think of
I’d rather be doing with someone, sharing memories. Boredom starts to set in.
Then it strikes me, I have always
wanted to drive on the roads at really high speeds and see how good I am at
driving insanely fast. I would need a really good car though. I remember
driving 350Z, a well to do friends car, it handled like a dream, had great
pickup and grabbed the road like it was no ones business.
I drove my crappy car to the closest
dealership that would have one of these cars. Breaking into the dealership is
really easy when you’re sure no one is coming to take you away. I find my
quarry and quickly get it going and out onto the road. I rip through the city
at defying speeds. It gets to the point that I start to scare myself at how
fast I have always been willing to go on these roads, but fear of loosing my
license or hurting someone else has kept me from doing so.
-V-
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