The story so far:
I was grinning like a madman, flying down the highway, window open, wind blowing in my face. I was enjoying myself, flying free, feeling happy. I had to get to Grand Junction fast, but why not enjoy myself on the way. I jacked up the volume on the radio. It was a classic rock station, and 'Rock You Like a Hurricane' by the Scorpions was playing. I began rocking my head to the music. I could tell Angel wasn't enjoying herself, but too bad. I was the driver. I was in control.
A big burst of wind hit my face and knocked off my black hat, sending it into the back of the car. I jammed my foot on the brakes and pulled over, the tires screeching and screaming.
I finally stopped. I was breathing heavily, and shaking. I didn't want to, but glanced over at the passenger seat. Nobody was sitting there. Nobody. Angel was gone.
Of course she was gone. She was dead. Along with my kids. Everyone I loved, killed. I put my head in my hands. What was wrong with me? I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the dead body and cried out in anguish. The preacher may not have been real, but the dead girl was. I had killed a girl.
I wasn't right. I needed help. Fast. I needed a phone. I didn't have mine, but the girl...maybe the girl had one. I opened the door and got out, my movements shaky, nervous. It's truly unsettling to realize you've gone crazy.
I realized I was on the highway. I had been heading to Grand Junction, but why? To see Angel's sister? For what reason? Didn't matter anymore. I couldn't do this. I wasn't right, and needed help. The professional kind.
I opened the back door and gulped, forcing myself to continue. I noticed a bulge in her pocket, and sure enough, it was a phone, a cute pink snazzy one, with stickers and glitter all over the thing. I had the numbers 911 dialed in and was about to press the green send button when my eye caught something else, down on the floor of the back seat.
The song on the radio had changed. It now played 'The End' by The Doors.
It was the black hat.
I despised it, hated it, loathed it, cringed from it's evil, tainted touch.
I loved it, wanted it, needed it, had to have it.
I reached in slowly, hesitated, then grabbed it. I slowly walked backwards away from the car, staring at the two things in my hands. Phone or hat? One moment I wanted to hurl the hat away as far as I could, the next, I wanted to do the same with the phone. But I also wanted to place the hat upon my head, but also press end on the phone. I needed to get better. Had to, or this might never end...
The car screeched as the driver slammed on the brakes, but it was too late. The car slammed into me as I had unknowingly walked backwards across the highway into the other lane. I rolled up onto the hood, over the windshield and onto the roof, until the car finally stopped, sending me rolling back over the windshield and hood, back onto the ground.
The front car door opened and a white haired, wrinkled old man stepped out, looking nervous.
"Gee-SUS man! You walked right out in front of me!" He yelled coming over and and looking at me.
I was alright. Nothing felt broken. Scrapes and bruises. I was lucky. I had only one thing in my hands now. I reached up with my open hand. "Help me up."
The old man shook his head. "Ya sure you alright boy? We should call the ambulance."
I shook my head. He finally reached down and helped me up. I looked at the hat in my hands. It was crumpled and dusty. I molded it back into its normal shape, and dusted it off with my free hand.
"You messed up my hat." I said simply. The man looked at me as if I was crazy, worried about a hat after getting hit by a car. "Ha," I replied, smirking. "Maybe I am."
I put the hat back on my head, as the old man began eyeing me suspiciously.
'Hurry up!' Angel yelled in my ear. My smirk turned into a grin.
"Maybe I am..." I muttered to myself, still staring at the old man.
The radio was still playing quite loudly, as I killed the old man.
'This is the end
This is the end
My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But youll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die'