Them.

I remember how late it was that Saturday evening when the storm first hit. I imagined myself outside the car I was sitting in. I felt so trapped. I wanted to leave my car behind and walk alongside the dark, narrow highway in front of me but I couldn’t. I knew why I was trapped. It began to rain so I decided to stay inside my car; there was no other option for me leaving anyways. I closed my eyes and listened to the melodic, solid rhythmic beats of each raindrop against my windows. I pictured all the problems, insecurities and losses I encountered these past few days. So many people are missing now; it’s all my fault. I don’t have much time now to decide how I’m going to get off this highway. If I leave, they’ll get me. I if stay any longer-