I could blame my slightly crazy mind. Or the persistent thing called curiosity. But in the end it was entirely me. It wasn't some creepy ally, or in the middle of the night. Nope, it was broad daylight. I was called for a pick-up, some family broke down on the highway. Weird people if you ask me. They asked my boss for his most trust worthy employee, I wasn't the best but he could trust me. It also helped that I lived right down the road from the shop. "Delaware, the road that highway maintenance forgot." I grumbled to myself as I hit yet another pot hole. These people better pay well. It was in the middle of nowhere.

Rumbling down the road with my roll-bed tow truck, I look down at myself to make sure that I am presentable to the client. My faded light blue and slightly grease stained jeans, and equally stained red tank-top. My dirty blonde hair was pulled into a messy ponytail and a neon green hat adored my head. God, if my mother ever saw me she would throw a fit. She was a fashion designer, yep….fell far away from that tree. She and I never did do well when we went shopping.

I was always a daddy's girl. Played in the dirt, never let make-up touch me, heck, I only once ever wore a skirt. That was prom. Boy did I piss of my momma when I wore combat boots with it. I was always different, and I am proud of that. In the distance I can see the car. Or should I say van. It was a black ford van. It must be really hot in there. Pulling out beside it, I go and greet the man who was standing beside the van.

"Hey there, sorry for the wait, it's pretty far from the city. Mr. Cunningham? Am I saying it right? My name is Myra, Myra Dye. What's the problem?" I say. "Yes, it is pretty far from anyone." Was all he said. "Do you want to pop the hood? I can try to fix the problem, if not I can tow yawl. Where is your family by the way? I was told you and your family where waiting." He says nothing in reply opening his door to presumably pop the hood. I was dead wrong.

Pulling out a pistol, he advanced on me. "I just need your truck, no one has to get hurt." Adrenaline was cursing throughout my veins, acting quickly I sprint to the truck. Thanking all the gods that I had left the door open. Diving into the driver's side righting myself and start the engine. The powerful rumble comforted me even though it was only for a second. Crouching down I put it in reverse. That's when my luck ran out. Wide eyed and running towards me, pistol still in hand, he tripped. Landing face first into the road, in a jerk reaction, he pulled the trigger. The sound disrupted the stillness and quiet around us. There was a burning sensation in my chest.

Looking down there was a hole in it. Crimson blood quickly staining the front of my tank top. Why was their so much blood? Looking up at the shooter, he was standing shock still. Horror clear on his older face. "Why?" I choked out. It didn't hurt any more. There was still blood everywhere but it didn't hurt. Coughing, I look him in the eye. There was blood running everywhere. My vision was quickly fading. I didn't want to die. But the fates had different plans. My grip going slack on the steering wheel, I fall onto the floorboards. That's when the darkness enclosed me in its unforgiving grip.

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