A Monster

Speeding On an empty road through the desert in a car twice my own
age,
watching the speedometer go up to 100 Km/hr. I feel the adrenaline
rushing through
my veins as it takes control over the movement of the car. Misjudgement
is no virtue
at this speed and soon my senses are deceived. Now observe the evil my
speed and
stupidity have caused:

I stand a hundred meters away, alone, In the middle of the road,
confused
bewildered.. A green Monster Is howling in anger as it approaches me at
a
tremendous speed. Am I to stay here as this monster approaches? should
I go back
to where I was hiding? or should I venture into that space ahead?
where? I don't
know. The howling grows louder as the monster gets closer, and faster.
The howling
louder and louder... I think i'll go back to where I was hiding but I
must run I must be
quick... r u n ... too late...

As the monster rams me in its speed, my soul splits in two.. one
controlling the
monster the other being rammed by it. Adrenaline reaches its peak in
both of me as
the monster's bumper hits my stomach, emptying last nights supper. My
body now
sandwiched between the hot asphalt and the rubbery tires of the
monster. Fear cast
a spell as my soul moved from being sandwiched under the monster to
holding the
steering wheel. The monster went over me squashing my organs,
destroying my
limbs, my heart stopped in the midst of all the adrenaline flow.

Slamming the breaks shortly after I start shaking brings the green
creature to a silent
stop, the hum of its engine's die as I switch off the ignition. I start
shaking harder
now, because I realized what I had done, or maybe it was because I was
inside that
figure I see through the mirror now moving, aching and in unspeakable
pain, pain that
is drained through my mind and my body ....both of us shaking. Agony
and disbelief
attack me as an aftershock of the adrenaline rush. I exit My terrible
monster trying to
avoid looking at the carcass on the road behind, hiding from my crime,
my sin, my
pain...... I fix the number plate at the front, now bashed in where my
head hit it..
How foolish of me to care for my monster more than myself.. The smell
rises like a
swarm of locusts attack the green, the smell of death... its on my
hands the same
hands that held that steering wheel.. I can't get it off.

Guiltily I look back to the sight of my body laying there on the road..
see how still
and peaceful it looks .. then flinch .. did it move? I hope not ... Am
I dead? Fear
strikes again spilling more pain guilt and pity into my heart as I
realize I could be
alive. Am I in pain? Will I be pushed around in a wheelchair for the
rest of my life?
What if I have brain damage? ....no... I'd rather die.. I hope i'm
dead...
The spell breaks as I look again at the gruesome sight of fur blood and
digested
food. Is that a dog? Or is that me......?