Dead Road By Steph Cohen

I bit my bottom lip nervously and clutched onto my necklace. It was comforting as I sat in my car in the middle of nowhere, waiting for a car to drive past. No one did and eventually, I crawled into the backseat and laid down. I took off my jacket and used it as a blanket. I don't know why, I had a blanket in the trunk, I guess I was afraid to get out of the car.

I rolled into a ball and just laid there. Thinking. Damn Car. What would everyone at the dorm think when I didn't come back? I got lost in my thoughts and fell asleep.

"Open this door!!" Someone yelled, banging on my driver side window. I jumped and sat up, banging my head on the roof of the car. I looked at my surroundings and wondered where I was and what happened. And, most of all, why some guy in a police uniform was banging on my window. It clicked. The guy showed me his badge. Reassured, I climbed into the front and rolled down the window. "You having trouble, miss?" he asked.

I shook my head yes, "This damn car stalled here last night, and, this sure is a dead road...I haven't seen one car!"

"Come with me," he said, kind of scaring me. I glanced at side-view mirror. I didn't see a car. I looked up. The cop was gone. It's just a dream. It's just a dream. I kept repeating that in my mind as I turned toward the backseat. What was I expecting to see? Surely not what was there.

Laying there, in front of me, was my own lifeless body. Covered in blood with a knife in my chest. Unable to cry, I joked around in my own mind. "A dead road, alright," I thought to myself, letting out a light giggle, "A dead road."

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