Chapter 1
I'm all alone. Left with no one to live for. One day you have everything you've ever wanted, and then the next day your stripped of all that you love. Do I really deserve this? Is there anything left for me? For two years no I have lived not knowing why I'm still here. I have no purpose, no reason. She meant everything to me. She was my life, my love. Why did she leave me? What did I do? For months I have questioned everything about my existence. Why am I here? I pour another glass, my sixth one tonight, hoping I can drown out the memories and pain. I can still remember the times we spent together. Just the two of us.
As I finished my last drink, I stumbled to the door. I walked out into the cold, dead night, a slight mist filled the air. I pulled myself into my truck and start the engine. The slight mist turned into thick rain. My vision was blurry, the rain was coming down hard and fast, reducing visibility even more. I couldn't see but three feet in front of me. The road became slick and its becoming harder to control my truck. The rain turned into snow, which came down like a thick, white blanket that covered everything it touched. The road was becoming way to icy to drive on. I stopped at a near by town to find a place to stay for the night.
I found a nice little motel named Jack's Inn. The place seems deserted, empty as if no one lived here for years. I walked into the front office, no one was there. I rang the bell, hoping to find someone. After waiting for a few minutes I decided to help myself to a room. I grabbed the key to room 4. The temperature had dropped drastically. The bitter cold was unbearable. I opened the door to my room, sat down on the bed, and open one more can, and drank another, and another. When I ran out I decided to watch some TV. I staggered to the television set and turned it on. To my surprise all I received was static. All the channels were picking up nothing but white noise. So television was out of the question. It's late, maybe I should get some sleep. I took a quick shower, and snacked on some leftover potato chips I had along with me. At 1:35 a.m. I finally settled down into bed. An eerie silence overcame the room. The only noise I could here was the whistle of the wind outside. I closed my eyes, and laid there for 30 minutes. I couldn't sleep. I started to wonder why this town is so silent. As I open my eyes, I start to hear a distant sound of what seems to be a siren. The sound gets closer and closer until the sound is to unbearable. It's making my head hurt. Everything is so blurry. I try to stand up, but the room starts to spin. I can't stay awake.
I'm all alone. Left with no one to live for. One day you have everything you've ever wanted, and then the next day your stripped of all that you love. Do I really deserve this? Is there anything left for me? For two years no I have lived not knowing why I'm still here. I have no purpose, no reason. She meant everything to me. She was my life, my love. Why did she leave me? What did I do? For months I have questioned everything about my existence. Why am I here? I pour another glass, my sixth one tonight, hoping I can drown out the memories and pain. I can still remember the times we spent together. Just the two of us.
As I finished my last drink, I stumbled to the door. I walked out into the cold, dead night, a slight mist filled the air. I pulled myself into my truck and start the engine. The slight mist turned into thick rain. My vision was blurry, the rain was coming down hard and fast, reducing visibility even more. I couldn't see but three feet in front of me. The road became slick and its becoming harder to control my truck. The rain turned into snow, which came down like a thick, white blanket that covered everything it touched. The road was becoming way to icy to drive on. I stopped at a near by town to find a place to stay for the night.
I found a nice little motel named Jack's Inn. The place seems deserted, empty as if no one lived here for years. I walked into the front office, no one was there. I rang the bell, hoping to find someone. After waiting for a few minutes I decided to help myself to a room. I grabbed the key to room 4. The temperature had dropped drastically. The bitter cold was unbearable. I opened the door to my room, sat down on the bed, and open one more can, and drank another, and another. When I ran out I decided to watch some TV. I staggered to the television set and turned it on. To my surprise all I received was static. All the channels were picking up nothing but white noise. So television was out of the question. It's late, maybe I should get some sleep. I took a quick shower, and snacked on some leftover potato chips I had along with me. At 1:35 a.m. I finally settled down into bed. An eerie silence overcame the room. The only noise I could here was the whistle of the wind outside. I closed my eyes, and laid there for 30 minutes. I couldn't sleep. I started to wonder why this town is so silent. As I open my eyes, I start to hear a distant sound of what seems to be a siren. The sound gets closer and closer until the sound is to unbearable. It's making my head hurt. Everything is so blurry. I try to stand up, but the room starts to spin. I can't stay awake.