In the Rear View

I removed my hands to find that he was still there.

"Why didn't you help me?"

Not knowing what to do I turned to run and slipped on the broken glass and milk. I fell into my wooden coffee table, which began to snap into pieces, and my head hit the hard wood floor. I felt my body racked with pain and I began to lose consciousness.

The alarm sounded at 7 a.m., and I reached over to turn it off. I suddenly shot straight up as I realized that I was in my bed. I began to think that it must have been a dream. I then looked over at the sheets next to me and saw the blood. I lifted my arm and looked at the cuts. I got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I looked into the mirror and saw the knot on my head as I turned on the faucet. I placed my arm under the running water to wash off the blood. I felt the sting as the water ran into the wounds. After bandaging it up, I proceeded to the living room and sat down on the couch. I began to ponder last night while I looked at the shattered table in front of me. I looked at my watch to find that I was running late for work.

While on my way to the office I detoured down Mullandry to drive by the scene. The sun was bright and I figured that I would get a good look. As I drove by I saw the tire marks I left, but that was it. There was no sign of blood or anything, just the tire marks. As I drove past I couldn't help but looking back. It seemed like for the rest of the drive, I spent more time looking in my rear view mirror than I did out the windshield. The rest of the way to work I couldn't help but wonder if I was going crazy.

I pulled into the parking lot of my office building and I was completely drained from the night before, but I was in the middle of a project, and, being the workaholic that I am, I just couldn't see the need to take the day off. Especially when I wasn't really sure what happened last night. I stepped out of the car with my black leather briefcase and began to walk towards the eighteen-story building. As I did, I had the urge to go back to the car. I started to wonder if I had locked the door and put the emergency brake on. I walked back toward the car and I could feel the gentle breeze as it blew past me. I started to search the hood for any signs of damage from last night, but there wasn't any. I gazed through the window and saw that the parking brake was on and that I had locked the door. The car has a manual transmission, and for some reason I get so paranoid about it rolling into something. Once again I started to walk toward the building while still feeling uneasy about the car.

I walked through the building to my office saying the usual hellos. I made my way behind the desk and sat down in order to look over my itinerary. Meetings, meetings, and more meetings. I slowly laid my head down on the desk and closed my eyes. As I rested I began to attempt to deduce what had occurred, or at least, what I thought occurred.