u/No-Blackberry8284

It was an unplanned day, just like every other day. I stepped into the car, heading back toward the place where my body rots. I sat by the window, and the cold touch of the air felt like the bed I actually longed to lie in quiet, soft, and still. The wind was messing up my hairs as if it was baptizing me . The mess felt more comfortable than a maintained palace .

It felt as though the wind knew my pain, touching my skin like a quiet mercy. The breeze drifted over me as if trying to wash away the heavy weight of a cruel world, whispering promises of paradise.

I opened my bag and pulled out my earphones. I turned the volume full, drowning out the noise until the sound could hide real life entirely. It let me slip into an imaginary world, a place where stars never truly fall during the day, even if the sunlight forces them to fade. I kept the volume full I didn't want to hear the creepy, horrifying reality outside. I had nothing left waiting for me there anyway.

I wished the road beneath us would snap and stretch into an endless void, so I would never have to arrive. I wanted to stay drowned in the music, to fly away with the kind, soft wind, and find the forgotten place where fallen stars go to live. For a fleeting moment, I escaped. The lush green passing by felt like a lost beloved, gently inviting me to hide among the leaves and turn green myself. I wanted to reach out and hug the air, to wrap myself in the green forest that promised a shield from the evil sun.

The sky remained cloudy, as if nature itself were trying to protect me from the harsh sun rays that burn my body and whisper evil words into my ears. The dark clouds felt like a quiet blessing, a temporary truce with the sky.

Yet, with every turn of the wheels, my destiny crept closer and closer. The terror inside me grew, slowly spreading its dark roots to trap me once again. The air inside the car felt heavier with every passing mile, a suffocating reminder of the walls waiting to claim me. I searched my mind, but I couldn't see a single reason to go back. There was nothing left for me there only empty echoes and old shadows.

I just wanted the car to keep moving. I wanted to be stuck in time like a ghost, forever in this passing breeze, and chase the cold air .