The journey to the hills

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Me and my dad walked through the old creaky door to leave the motel . The truck with gunshots through the bottom left corner made my breath shake and my heart stop for a split second . We walked slowly and got in .

-2:37 hours later

We stopped at a gas station to get a few things a fill up the tank . I went to the bathroom whilst dad filled up the truck the small graffitied toilet smelt horrible . The dim blinking light creating an eary  effect I stepped towards the sink using the weak water pressure tap to wash my face as I lifted my head to the old cracked mirror my vision went blurry . A deafening ringing sound filled my head and the room went dark . The blinking light seemed miles away . The empty darkness surrounding me *click* I jolt around to try and make sence of the noise *click* there it was again this time closer . I rub my eyes to end this nightmare yet I am still stuck in this hell of a place in the complete darkness with nothing but myself *click* this time it was right behind me . A single tear rolls down my cheek as I try my hardest not make any noise as a cold rough hand grabs my waist I shriek with all the power in me and all of a sudden I am aging in the small bathroom staring blankly at the mirror before me . I finally register someone pounding on the door but my mind begins to fade-

I wake up in my dads car he looks worried . I sit as fast as I can, still dozy from the incident on the gas station " oh your finally awake I got so worried" "what happened dad ?" Turns out I had passed out , he thought of taking me to the hospital but we were miles away from any civilisation and I don't think it would look good with the state of the truck and us it was to risky .  A sharp pain in my waist makes we wince I think nothing of it and try to get some sleep after a few minutes of stirring  and unable to get co Ty I finally doze of the sleep .

-5:29 hours later

U wake up in a blur to find the car parked with only me in it . No sight of my dad anywhere...

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