As I was walking down the street on Saturday, I watched the people pass me by. The Sun was the brightest it's ever been today. The streetlamps lit up my beaming face as I ran into the arms of the man at the other side of the street. As I looked up into his tan face I noticed that he wasn't smiling. Before I could ask what was wrong he started to sweat. The sweat came pouring off one bit at a time. That was when I realised he wasn't sweating, he was melting. I cried out for someone to help, but they didn't even notice me, they just kept walking. Finally all that was left was a small puddle with a face. The face opened it's mouth. "I'm sorry", it said. The sky turned a deep blood-red and the smell of burning filled the air, along with the sound of screaming.
"No!", I screamed sitting up. I have had the same dream over and over every night since I moved to Cardiff. When I realised where I was I instantly looked towards the clock to see it was almost 9:00 am. "Fuck, I'm late!", I exclaimed, when I realized today was Thursday. Rushing to my closet I threw open the door. I got out a red t-shirt with my work logo on it and some worn and faded jeans. I grabbed my hairbrush on the way out. I must have looked like a maniac, running down the street while yanking a brush through my bright red hair. It was only till I was half way there that I realised I forgot my sandals. Fuck it, I thought, I don't need sandals to work at a fast food restaurant. I finally got to the restaurant looking like a madman. Quickly clocking in I hoped I wouldn't lose my job. Little did I know, I wouldn't need it where I was going.
And then there was the fact that it was destroyed by a fucking auton.
-Gogo
