Ah, so you've come to read this twisted tale, have you? It was probably the cool cover wasn't it? Well you can thankTheTypoTeam for that. More specifically Tammzz. For their fantastic cover just bought you to your doom. Now you know who to sue!
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~Jas
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Matthew had been driving longer now then he probably had his entire life combined. His back creaked and his muscles, the few he had somehow been blessed with, winced in protest of his every move.

It had been a long day, longer then usual it seem. Matt thought a quick stop was in order, after all he had been driving all day without rest, relying only on the cooler box his mother had packed and set him off with. By now his bladder was full of day old coke and not alcoholic beer. The beer was a gift from his father to show; I know your adult and I respect that, except in my eyes..your really not. Hence the none alcoholic part.

He had rode with the sky, following the drawn to the dusk. His gaze set on sky as butterfly clouds danced among the far away stars. He watched the as the sun gave away to the moon and the air turned from warm to chilly night. All while the rain gave patterns of conflict and comfort.

To his surprise, as he driving by, he glances at a pale white, warmly dressed, man walking in aloneness on the sidewalk, his only companion, the nights endless sky.

It reminded Matthew of a conversation he had with his parents long ago in other life, when he was young, carefree and still considered cute by elderly people.

He and his parents were on their way back from a dinner party. It had run longer then expected, and it half past midnight when they had finally left.

Matt was sitting in the back. His eyes lazily shutting and opening, as he struggled to stay awake. His parents were busy chatting endlessly about the event. Thats when they spotted the her.

Matt barely got a glimpse of the woman, but to this day, could recall her wild ponytail and her brighter then starlight red sweater with perfect clarity.

"Hey Dad," he said in his young eight year old voice," Did you, did you see that lady just now?"

His father bobbed his head but his mother quickly glanced out all the windows." Well I didn't sweetie," She finally replied and shook her head, perhaps it was one too many glasses of wine for her.

"Thats because she was, a Ghost." His father said with perfect confidence.

"Wh-what? Really?"

His mother huffed," Andrew, your scaring him!"

"No your not!" Matt called out from the backseat as his father chuckled.

"Its true Matt," His father tone turned serious,"That woman soul got lost on its way to heaven."

His mother gave a snort of disbelief and amusement. Matt leaned forward, suddenly wide awake."Is that true?"

"Of course, remember son, if you ever get lost..follow the stars."

"What if its a starless night, Dad?"

His father turned his face an inch so Matt could see his grin, " Then follow the afternoon light."

A moment of silence then;

"Honey, pull over, I think I better drive, your obviously way drunker then we thought."

Even now, his mother dry humor and his father eerily comments bought a silly smile to his face. Was the man he had just seen a Ghost? A lost soul looking for a way home?

Probably not, was it fun to imagine he was? There surely no better way to pass Matt's time on this lonely road.
He felt like he had been going down this old road so long, he could see nothing but headlights.

He wouldn't be alone for though, Matt had to remind his self, Maggie would join him soon, be his ride or die.

He sure as hell hoped she choose ride.

His radio was blasting, but not loud enough to attract unwanted attention, (COPS!), and his phone battery still at nearly fifty percent. However, the hours had taken its toll on his eyes, which now seem, dry and dying. He knew he had stop for the night, he only hoped Maggie would understand.

But before all that..

He needed to pee.

Normally, this would be a case of stopping the car and finding a nice shadowy tree to spray at, but unfortunately, the darkness of night and screeching owls made this a most difficult thing.

Call him a coward, but seriously, who wants stop on the side of a lonely road at midnight? Did he look like he wanted to die? Surely there better uses for the gun in the trunk then killing a creepy owl.

No, that gun was bought for Maggie, just in case.

Google maps, had kindly lead him most of the way. And he only had four hours to get to Maggie's University, could he do it? Could he make it another four hours without urinating?

Fuck stupid human needs, he needed to see his girlfriend, tell her that Susan was a mistake, and ask her to marry him.

The gun was just in case.

With that enthusiasm, Matthew turned the radio to full and lost himself in the words of Rita Ora and the beats of Avicii. His mind flew to Megan, the way she danced to this very song, the way her hips moved intone with beat of blazing sound. The way her lips tasted against his after one too many drinks. The way her eyes would open mid kiss and stare lustful into his, her gaze clouded with adventure and addiction. She was his favorite drug. And for her he would gladly overdose.

....2....

Unfortunately, he only made it an hour before the green light of Seven Elevens fractured the last line of self control he had.

His Mercedes Benz, another gift from his father, pulled in to the wet parking lot. The rain, it seem, drove with him and he watched as the grey clouds gave away to dark night.

His car was the only in the lot. The shops lights looked dimmer up close and his hand unconscious tightened around the staring wheel.

He couldn't remember when his fear had begun.

The thick foggy surface that followed him around, waiting, preying, for the moment he lost command and let it rule.

Just like he couldn't remember his life without it.

If you asked his parents, they say it happened when he was six year old and his great aunt Marie, a tall grey woman with thick glasses, forgot him at a service station and only remembered him three hours later when his mother asked, " So, how'd Matt like Disney World?"

The whole three hours he had been locked into the dark bathroom by worker at the station, who claimed he thought the bathroom was out of order and had no idea how Matt got in there.
It was lie, Matt had thought with vengeance, that lying layabout locked him in there while he was peeing as a joke. His six year self was sure of this.

His mother later sat him down and said in a gentle whisper that, It wasn't his aunt's fault, she was old now and even more forgetful then before, Matt had nodded his agreement but as she left his Toy story themed bedroom, couldn't help but think it wasn't her fault, it was theirs for letting him go with her.

From that day onwards, he and public toilets never got along, and he got great anxiety about using one.
but he did forgive his great aunt.

Still, he wasn't exactly grieving when she died when he was nine.
In fact, if you looked closely enough at his face on that hallow day, he looked almost ghostly grinning as they lowered the coffin.

Almost as if to say, take that you demented bitch, I'm still alive and your dead dead Dead!

His mother bought him ice cream after the service, and bought him a PSP to make up for his fake sadness, and gosh, in that year... that day beat out his birthday.

But even after his unexpectedly gotten sick revenge, his fear still stuck him. At the most awkward of times, And in the low light with only his radio for sound, the Seven Eleven looked almost haunting. Standing there tall, slowly fading away into the shadows. Its windows hollow light of the night.

It was his nightmare.
but he was human.
and humans need to pee.

He turned of the engine and the radio went dead, suddenly wishing his had taken his friend, George, up on that offer to company him, he stepped out of his car and into chilly winter air.

And thats how it began.
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