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VIII

I’m driving, I don’t know where to. I found myself here alone, in the middle of a homogenous black of this room, with a steering wheel in front of me, my only certainty. That’s all I could see, the steering wheel.

I don’t understand what happened to the rest of the car. Because I am inside a car, right?

“Hey guys! I know that you are somewhere. Am I in a car? Can someone confirm it?”

No one is answering. Where is everyone gone?

They’re hiding, that’s the truth. They don’t want to be seen. They’re pranking me. A really bad prank.

I touch the darkness with a hand, but without feeling anything; I can’t feel the air moving, I don’t feel hot or cold…

I keep not understanding where I am, but I’m sure I’m alone. Who brought me here, left, or hid somewhere close.

“Come on, show up! I know you’re here”

Nothing, I got no answer.

What place is this? A basement? It doesn’t give me the idea of being a corridor. It rather seems like a closed space, a room.

At least that is my impression, it’s what I can guess from the elements I have at hand. If I had some more information, maybe I could have more certainty on my situation. I don’t even know if I’m in danger, I don’t know what to expect in the immediate future. Deep down, I still don’t know anything that could be helpful to understand.

How much time spent since I got here?

I realize that any of the questions I asked myself is having an answer; I don’t like it, I’m a person that based on certainty every moment of his life, and losing them could, long-term speaking, bother me.

Is it possible that there’s no one whom I could ask for help? Any kind of help…

I also gave headache, so I wouldn’t mind taking a painkiller, bit I don’t know who I could ask it.

“Is there anyone?”, I shouted, but as an answer I only get silence.

“I need something that makes this headache go away! Please, if someone is hiding there, it’s time to come out!”

I can’t see anything, the place seems empty, besides the car I’m in.

I already saw this scene somewhere: me, on my own, on this vehicle.

Darkness reigns all around, where is everybody?

Someone besides me exists in this World, or not?

Oh my God, in my head is making its way a quite worrying thought, or at least it is for me: what if, by any chance, I’m in another World? In a parallel word to the one where usually humans are?

Have I been kidnapped by the aliens?

I hope I will have an answer about all the question marks that are growing inside of me. And I hope I will have it soon, or I could take the risk of going crazy.

If there’s some kind soul somewhere around that would know something more about the few things I know, I’d like that he would show up and explain the situation to me.

No one is showing up. No one come out, they’re all cowards, sissies here because they know they’re wrong and because they know that I could kick them for what they’re doing to me.

“Show up, have the guts for your actions!”

Nothing changes. No one answers.

I have nothing to do but wait, but I hope that soon someone explains to me what’s going on here, because soon I will lose my patience, and when I lose my patience… every man for himself.