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I woke up in ashes. I look around me and see my mother.
"Mom?"
"Manevea you need to run."
"Mom what are you talking about?"
"Baby girl," I remember when my mother would call me before she died, "this man that has captured you, he's going to kill you. You have to escape."
"How do you know?"
"I've watched over you my darling."
"Yes but who is he?"
"When you were little, I told you the legend of the Ghost Rider. Do you remember?"
"Yes but-"
"He is the Ghost Rider. His name is-"
I watched as my mother gasped and then fell to her knees. Chains wrapped around her waist and she choked, struggling to regain air in her lungs.
"Mom!"
I reach out to her and grasp her shoulders gently.
"Run!" were her last words.
Tears streamed down my cheeks. The chain was pulled back and it unwrapped itself. As it did this, it tore at her skin and ignited on fire, just like the one that held me still in the car. They tore and tore as unwrapped and finally she crumbled into ashes.
"NNOOO!" I screamed.
I wailed as sadness ripped me apart.
I heard chains and heavy footsteps, the sound of boots crushing snow. I looked up and saw the man, the Ghost Rider.
"How could you!" I yelled as I ran towards him. I hit him hard until shock took over my fragile female body and I collapsed. The last feeling was him picking me up bridal-style and carrying me off, away from the ashes that once was my mother.
I shoot awake, I look up and see that the Ghost Rider is carrying me. I scream and jump out of his arms. I look around and find myself in a house. He walks to me and I run to the kitchen. I grab a glass and fill It with tap. Just inches from my face, he looks at me. I splash the water onto his skull, putting his fire out. The skull steams and relights. I drop the glass and it shatters. I run out and find my way to the front door, I open it and run.
I make it back to Walmart. Its night time and I search for my car. I find it and run towards it. I get it and start it up. I look at the dashboard screen and see that its already 10:00 pm. I got here six hours ago. I look at my clothing and my jeans have soot in certain places. My shirt is fine and my head has stopped hurting. The cuts on my fingers have created scabs. I grab the steering wheel and back up. As I cruse out of the parking-lot, I look through my playlist o the car's audio system. I find my favorite song and tap my fingers to the beat as I mouth the words
If I could write you a song to make you fall in love
I'd already have you under my arm
I used up all of my tricks, I hope that you like this
But you probably won't, You think you're cooler than me
You got designer shades, just to hide your face
And you wear them around like you're cooler than me
You never say "hey", or remember my name
And it's probably 'cause you think you're cooler than me
I move my shoulders to the music and then start to sing along.
You got your high brow, shoes on your feet
And you were them around like they ain't shit
But you don't know the way that you look
When your steps make that much noise
I put my finger to my lips for the part that says: Shh.
It doesn't matter what mood I'm in, that song gets me going. I continue on driving and then remember my interview. Its too late to call. I'll call in the morning, but for now, I'm going to go home, get clean and relax. Plus cleaning my wounds.
