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This seems as if a bad dream, but it all hurts and there is beginning a lagging, nagging sensation telling you that if your caught, your dead!
Urgency of this all is adding more to the anxiety you feel, and as if from deep inside of your body comes a wish to allow the police chasing you, to capture you and end all right then!
"Foolish person, why do you try, what can you gain, let the universe unfold as it should, give up, give in, and do as I say!" Says some voice, not something you really can hear, but it coming from inside your own head, as if you and your body are haunted by some bold spirit.
Tears pop out the corners of your eyes, the forehead wrinkles, you squint into the rear-view mirror, and slam the gas peddle hard to the floorboard.
Your hurtling through the dark, it is night and blacker than the sin in the heart of any man. Horrified, a feeling of absolute dread is building in your chest, you want to escape and wish that what or who is then chasing you, would halt, stop, and turn around and go after someone else.
"Careful, be very careful, your speed through life is too fast, you might make a mistake, and that could cost you dearly!" That same dim voice in the back of your head, down in the dark regions of your mind; a place you would fear worse to tread.
"LOOKOUT," says that voice, you swerve the car forcing the tires to skid and screech on the hard pavement.
"Oh God no, please I want to live," you cry out in a fit of terror, fearful for your life, certain you have done it now and death is lingering there in the dark.
All is black, all is deafly quiet, your eyes are wide open, ears listening for the smallest of sounds, holding your breath, as a pinhole of bright light is far, far further down the dark road.
In your head comes that voice, it speaks to you as well then softly, not wishing to distract your attention from anything that might try to harm you.
"Foolish, you have gone to far this time, really gone beyond the limits of what anyone alive can do for the likes of you. You have traveled past the point of a safe return. The light coming at you is your new destiny; beware, take care, as what comes will try in many ways to injure and or cause you to dies in a horrible way.
Foolhardy, you have put even the will of God to one side and stepped beyond where even he would have thought was righteous for someone to walk.
Its coming and there is nothing you could do now to stop what is to be your new destiny!" All this as some warning, it is your fault, you did this to yourself or by some choice you wished what is to come should happen.
"Oh God please help me," you whisperingly cry, seeing that pinhole of light is moving faster, coming directly at the end of your foolish nose.
"No, no you have chosen a different path to follow, it is easy in some ways and tougher yet than what you had to endure before today; but this is now going to be how you must endure!" The voice saying to you, from in you, and about what you know is you, but it demeans you, decided that your choosing the path you took was wrong and dangerous.
Horrible body cramps strike, pains that you cannot touch, rub, massage, and make to soften.
Its coming close now, the pinhole is wider, the light brighter, and your sense of fear building greater by every passing moment.
"Please , I will try to be good!"
"Please help me, I beg you to help me, I implore someone to help me change the direction everything is taking me. I want to go home, have again what I had then. I love my family, my mom, dad, and even, my...my brother."
No more voice telling you what is right or wrong, your sense of family ties are no more, and oddly you seem to know that what is coming, what will be this new place for you is...
"I am sorry, please, I want to go back home... Someone, someone help me for I am alone, scared, and wishing whatever I did I could now stop, undo, and let what was be again as what is, oh it is here!"
Blazing bright light, sounds of people speaking, some quiet and calming, as other excited and talking so loud it adds to the horror of the moment.
Fear and anxiety blend, as you again can use your five senses to try and deal with what is to begin!
Written by AdobeFats
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