Broken Vows
I could feel the evil on this chilly night, as I drove the back roads. I needed to get back on the main highway, but my GPS couldn't or wouldn’t pick up a satellite to guide me away from what I was a certain would be a collision with something or someone that I did not want, the intuition lingered in my gut.
I felt I still had time, but it was growing short. It was wasted as I drove into one dead end after another. Most of these back roads were filled with spine altering pot holes, some of them so large that they were unavoidable, navigating them took the most time.
The wind constantly changed directions and scattered debris on to the road in front of me. Again, and again I had to swerve and break hard to avoid them - more time gone. Panic was starting to brew in my throat and I was trying to keep it down, my heart was pounding so hard it was deafening to my ears.
Closer.
The rain attempted to cleanse the grounds from the stench of this evil, but it was losing this futile battle. Animals were driven from their rest and were scattering in a state of confusion as they felt its presence. The crunching of small animals beneath my tires caused me taste bile from the pit of my stomach. Nature had birthed this evil and whether I was meant to be a witness, or a participant was soon to be revealed
Closer.
The lighting seemed to be leading the way and the thunder announcing its arrival. It was coming at me from every direction. Then it hit me, there was no way I would escape from this perversion of nature, I was going to be a participant. I felt it was upon me and I began to stop, the brakes were on, but the car continued a small distance on the watery roads. My hands gripped the wheel. Strangely my heart slowed down, it no longer felt like it was pounding its way out of my chest. As if the confirmation itself was enough.
Closer.
My first thought was that my windows were fogging up, but then I heard a noise – the sound of ice cracking on a pond when it warms up and the sun starts shining on it – it wasn't fog, that was clear when the spider webs spread across my windshield. A stench seeped into the car, my nostrils were filled with an odor I was not familiar with. I could only explain it as ozone and what I imagine was a hint of death.
Closer
The hum of my engine was consumed with a mumbling sound. The mumbling drowned all other noise, and was the only thing I could hear, I couldn't tell if it was a sound I was making, or if it was coming from outside. I strained my eyes to see through the windshield, to gain any hint as to the source of the noise. Then, I realized my car appeared to be dissolving. I shook my head and after rubbing my eyes, the front end was dissolving.
Closer
The rain, wind, thunder and lightning stopped. The night was frozen in place. I tried to think but I couldn't form a thought, I could almost feel the panic in my body, though it remained still, my blood ran cold. The lump in my throat grew. I wasn't sure if my feet were on the ground, but I was no longer in my car. I wasn't sure where I was. The fog was in my mind.
Closer
The mumbling sound began to clear and though I didn't have words, I was beginning to understand. My body was tortured with every pain I had ever experienced in 46 years. My body was numb from the overload. My mind was like my fractured windshield and my heart was empty, drained of feelings. Shattered to such a fine dust, that I could feel nothing. I tried to look around and see what had taken hold of me, but my sight and other senses were nullified. There was nothing. I couldn't bring my hand to my face my limbs were no longer there. I couldn't put a thought together, I was consumed. I was left with only pure instincts; the emotions had taken over.
The truth had caught up and set in.
Here.
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