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You're driving in your car. You saw this day coming. You had had the dream constantly for the past couple of years but the day the incident was supposed to happen they weren't there. You were the only one in the car. This is it. You thought. This is how I die. Alone. Painfully. Bleeding out. You were smoking a cigarette while driving and you swerved and hit a tree, you fly through the windshield and hit a fence, dislocating your jaw, it flings you into awall where your neck is broken and skull is fractured.
You bleed out as the realization hits that you should've Held onto that moment where you just thought it was a dream, smiling as the warm sun hits your face on that breezy autumn day. Or stopped trying to meet those people in your dream. Or go onto that road. Or drove while singing along with the same song. You curse everything that brought you here. Moving far away after your family fell apart. Your life. Mainly those mistakes of a butterfly effect fly by in your mind all at once playing back over and over, even as you take your final blood filled breath and pass away while feeling unimaginable pain.
It was only now you realized why you had done this.
It was fate.
Destiny even.
You were bound to be alone.
You never told them about that dream.
Not even the day they were supposed to come.
Your body moved like it was muscle memory.
Like you knew it was your fate.
You set those events in motion the moment you saw the first person from that dream.
From the moment you listened to that song for the first time.
From the moment you bought that pack of cigarettes.
From the moment you proposed the idea of the road trip.
From the moment you took that road.
You suppose they should've known.
You suppose you should've told them.
You suppose it would've only been fair.
It's too late for that now.
Your body is never found.
Only your car.
You're presumed to be missing.
You know why you did this.
You wanted this.
You knew why your family was torn apart.
You wanted to feel numb.
You feel only the opposite
You can still feel the sting of your first cigarette.
You open your eyes hesitantly as if waking up from a long and peaceful sleep, not wanting to end your dream that you cant even remember, not wanting to escape the warmth of your comfy bed that whispers for you to leave everything else behind and just continue to sleep in it. You can make new dreams. Better dreams…
you look around and see you're in a strange place you don't recognize.
Is this heaven?
No.
It's a coffin
You're in a coffin
Why are you here?
Why are you awake?
How are you breathing?
How are you still alive?
Where's the pain?
Where's the inability to breathe?
Where's the blood?