• Where am I? Am I lost in this big empty world all alone? This place is full of darkness and I feel trap. I can not breathe, I am suffocating. My lungs feel as if they are getting ready to collapse at any given moment. I do not know what is going on. I hear voices all around me but I see no one in sight. What should I do? Go forward or should I turn around, either way I am still in the eternal darkness. What should I do I feel as if I have been walking forever. Is it but a dream? Can I wake if so why haven’t I? I am so lost in this dark world wondering aimlessly trying to find a way out. Maybe if I go back from which I have come from, I can find away out of this nightmare.

    Or maybe I can just sit here and wait for someone to come for me? Either way doesn’t seem like it will get me home fast enough. What if I am lost forever and can not come from this empty place? I am so scared and just want to cry. But what if it’s an image of something, a part of me? What if it’s my heart? Am I a cold person? I have so many questions but no one is here to answer them. Should I figure them out for myself? All I no is that this world must be some kind of wake up call maybe from god? Or is it something that wants me to open up a dark part of me? As if it wants me to do badly. Maybe I should so it would go away, but that is not who I am. Or am I that way but just can’t remember? What if it just wants me to go insane? As of this moment I have no control over myself. I feel insane but I know I am sane! “I want out of this hell now stop messing with me”.

    I think I see something there off in the distance. Its light! Should I go to it or should I continue to wonder in the darkness? Maybe I should go just to see where it leads, but what if it’s a bad place? All I know is that I start to follow the light it gets bigger and bigger until I open my eyes. I see people all around me. “Where am I?” I ask a man standing in front of me. “Your in the hospital, you were unconscious after the accident”. Said the man. “What happened to me?” I asked. “Well after the party you got wasted and took off. No one could find you. You got hit by a truck when you went wondering off alone you got lucky you could have died!” while I was hearing all that everything started to come back to me. My name is Michael and I am twenty years old. I still live with my mother with no job. I party too much to give a damn about anyone else. It took a truck to hit me for my biggest reality check of my life.