Who Are You?

What Happened

The car came flying down our lane. I had been so lost in my thoughts my brain stopped functioning at the sight of the car speeding towards us. I had a feeling the driver didn't have a choice. My suspicion was cleared up when I saw him in the passenger seat. I knew the driver wasn't in control, but he was not stopping, if anything he was going faster.

I swerved to miss him, but I just barely missed getting hit. The guy sped to a stop and swerved to turn around, he made it in a perfect turn and was heading towards us. I hit the gas to get as far away as I could. With my car it didn't take long to get far enough away. As soon as I let my guard down he appeared right beside us. The bad thing was, we were all alone on the highway. I sped up and tried to get away. He caught up and rear-ended me. This car was the only thing I had from my family and the only thing we had to get around. I saw a curve and knew what to do.

This car was really pissing me off. He was following me close, but he didn't know what I was going to do. We got to the curve and I did a sudden drift catching him by surprise, he tried to come to a stop but couldn't. I didn't want to hurt the guy but I had no other choice. Because he stopped so hard, his car flipped forwards and rolled to a stop. I stopped the car and got a knife. ¨You stay here Lizzie, please.¨ She nodded and I grabbed a knife and headed to the guy in the car.

When I got to the car, I looked to make sure the demon wasn't in their. He wasn't there so I decided to see if the guy was ok. He was ok, at least he was breathing. I called 911 and told them where to find him. After I got done with the call, I opened the door and cut the seatbelt off. After I pulled him out of the car he started talking to me, ¨I'm so sorry. I didn't want to hurt you. He said if I didn't he would kill me. He made me drive. I tried to stop.¨ He kept rambling on.

¨Hey... hey, listen, I know it wasn't your fault. He wants me dead. He killed my parents and my unborn sibling. He didn't get me because my parents were protecting me. It's not your fault, I do not blame you. Now, are you hurt anywhere?¨ I questioned.

¨Um, I don't know. I think my ankle might be broken. A few other places hurt, but they're not that bad really. Why are you still here, you could be going on your own way? By the way my name is Trevor.¨ He looked to be in his early twenties.

¨Because, if he comes back I'm not going to let him hurt you because of me. Now, an ambulance is on the way and so are the cops. You have two choices. Make up a story and be called sane, or tell the truth and be put in a hospital for the rest of your life. Now pick one and go with it.¨ After the cops and everyone left, I got in the car and headed back on the road. After a while I started thinking again. I knew that wasn't good so I turned on some music.

We got to the airport and bought our tickets. When it came time for us to board the plane, I got really nervous. I had never been on a plane before, what if I saw him on here. What if I freaked out. I don't think I can handle this. Lizzie noticed my struggle and came up behind me, ¨You're ok, I promise. Come on.¨ She let me have the window seat and I was still panicking. The flight schedule said it was going to take at least five hours from where we started.

I had gotten used to the flying, it was just being up so high that kills me. I can't handle this, I have to get off the plane. As if answering my question, the flight attendant announced we would be landing in five minutes. As soon as we landed I was off the plane faster than a speeding bullet. I was in the lobby by the baggage claim before Lizzie got through the door. I was never going to fly again I told myself. ¨Why are you so afraid of flying? Aren't you the one that said if you had a power it would be to fly?¨ She teased.

¨Yes, I did, but guess what. If I flew on my own, I would know I wasn't going to fall at any moment and die. A plane scares the shit out of me. You could crash land at any moment. If I were to fly, I wouldn't crash land. I'd be as graceful as a ballerina. So don't make fun of me." I criticised.

"Yeah right. You couldn't be graceful even if you tried." She laughed.

"Yes I could. Now lets go get a room to sleep in, I'm really tired and want to go to sleep." We both agreed and booked a room. As we got to the hotel and got in the room we got settled and layer down. As soon as my head hit my pillow I was out like a light. I knew the dream would come. Only this time in the nightmare, I was being hurt by him. He was cutting me, hitting me, and kicking me. He said, "did you know if you die in a dream, you die in real life." Was all he said with a laugh. I couldn't wake up no matter how much I told myself it wasn't real.

A/N-- sorry it's short, but I love you all for reading. Thank you it means so much for me. Sorry if there are mistakes, I went from computer to kindle. And I suck at writing on the kindle cause the letters are so small. But please comment and vote. Thank you.