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Rated: 13+ · Short Story · Dark · #2240004
Keep calm and have a clear mind in situations where danger can occur.
"911, what's your emergency?" The operator asked. I was so lucky that I managed to type the three digits while being preoccupied with something else.


When school was dismissed, a large group of my classmates stormed off to the parking lot and buses, heavy in conversation. Some of the kids from the Newspaper Clubs were handing out the latest article about our football team's recent victory at their last match. I couldn't bother, my shift at Walmart started at four.

I avoided the crowds, and finally found my brightly colored car against the sea of grey, navy, whites, and blacks. The second I got into my car, I felt that something was off. It felt like someone was looking at me the entire time. I looked in my front mirror, I noticed a dark grey SUV parked about 10 meters away from me. I ignored it as a parent waiting for their kid and drove out of the busy parking lot. I went down a few blocks down the road before I noticed the same car was on the same path as me. It must be going somewhere in the same direction.

Again, I ignored it. But as I continued driving, I got even more scared. The SUV was still trailing me, and by this time I knew that I was being followed. I stopped at a red light and thought about my options. "Right or left" I was contemplating to myself. Sooner than I thought, the light turned green, and I forced myself to take a right turn.

It was a small side street, with maybe a few houses on each side of the road. I glanced at the mirror again and saw the SUV.

"Shit," I muttered, "What does this guy want with me?"

I found more roads to take, and I took them, but the guy continued to stay behind me. I was feeling dizzy with this pattern, but I had just gotten my driving license a few weeks ago. How was I suppose to train for this?

My heart's rhythm started skipping beats and sped up. My chest was hurting, I was gasping for air so much. I didn't want to stop, my mom's voice in my mind warning me about why I have to be vigilant as a girl in a man's world. If only she wasn't working right now, I would call her for help.

Then my brilliant mind thought up something. I picked up my phone while focusing my eyes on both the car to the rear and the road in front of my car. I dialed in the numbers as best as muscle memory could and put it to my ear. It rang for a split second.

"911, what is your emergency?" The operator asked. I was so lucky that I managed to type the three digits while being preoccupied with something else.

My voice shook as I said, "Someone is following me. I'm scared and I don't know what to do!"

"Honey, where's the nearest police station?" she questioned me.

"I don't know, I've been trying to get away and now I'm lost!" I cried. It didn't help that I forgot to use the GPS, let alone know how to use the one built into the car...

The lady on the other side sighed, "I'm going to have someone get your position and we'll get you there. Have you called your parents?"

I shook my head, even though the lady is on the phone and not in front of me. I then said, "No..."

"I'm going to need you to tell me their names and phone numbers, and I want you to take a deep breath. What type of car do you have."

"A pink Jeep." It was a Jeep my parents bought for me and painted for my sixteenth birthday.

I told her my mother's name and number; I could never remember my father's number. I kept looking back, and the SUV was still following. It was getting dark, and it was starting to look like a monster in the shadows. I shivered. I could hear the operator trying to soothe me, but I couldn't help but look back at every stop.

"Okay, we know where you are, and I want you to listen to my instructions," she ordered.

"Okay."

"Turn left."

I saw the turn and swung my wheel in the direction. I swerved onto the grass but got back onto the asphalt.

"Keep going until you see a stop sign."

My hands were sweating, making the steering wheel slightly slippery.

Then she said, "Turn right."

I did that too.

The SUV was still following me, and the number of lights surrounding me is few. I heard her next line of instructions and followed them blindly. I did this for the next ten minutes.

I saw a red light at an intersection with heavy traffic. I realized where I was and I knew immediately where to head. I dropped the phone as I grabbed the steering wheel tightly, anticipating the right moment. I waited until there was a break between the cars to turn onto the crowded road.

I could hear the operator protesting my decision, her voice repeating what she had just said.

The driver behind turned on their high beam headlights, making my blond hair highlighter yellow and my sight go blind. What a way to cheat.

Then a big rig truck going at 70 miles per hour, 20 miles faster than the limit, collided with my small car. I heard the crunch of both my car collapsing under the weight and my skull going in. And I blacked out.
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