My name is Edison, I'm just your average 17-year-old dude, except that I'm a refugee in Europe, I got my documents just 1 year after entering the country, which was a huge cause for a joyous celebration.
I have a mother and two sisters here who also got theirs, I've been having repeatedly bad relationships with them as we argue all the time. That night I decided to drink for the first time in my life.
Ever since I had been staying with my mom since I was young, she didn't let me have even a drop of alcohol, nor was I interested in them since I preferred sweeter things, I also didn't smoke or vape, not because of her but because of an attack I had when I was younger.
I had an asthmatic attack and had to stay in the hospital for three days including Christmas, it felt bad to miss the celebrations ongoing that day and my friends too.
The feeling of you trying to breathe but you can't, is exasperating, I felt like death was knocking on the door that day, fortunately, it knocked on the wrong door and I was spared.
So ever since that day, I avoided almost any smoke seen, as it reminded me of those days at the hospital.
I got home that day happy, planning for all the things I was going to do that night, I was going alone since I didn't have a girlfriend, and "I've been lonely all seventeen years of my existence."
My mood, once filled with excitement, was suddenly washed away, like a river overflowing its bank, after my mom came with her constant nagging. The feeling of me enjoying my night just disappeared, like teens my age are out there smoking, having s*x, pr*st*t*t*ng themselves, drinking till they can't think reasonably anymore, but she's tryna blow my brains all because I left my dirty socks on the floor.
The thought of enjoying the night just disappeared, I picked up my EarPods, wore a jacket and boots then left the compartment.
With no thoughts in my mind, I walked towards the forest while blasting Adele music into my brain.
The absence of light made it as if the whole world was closing in as if the road I was walking in had disappeared into the void, and I paused my music for a moment.
The sounds of insects and frogs filled the forest path, then I remembered something important. In my one year of staying at this place I hadn't seen or even heard a frog croak, but tonight I heard their croaks.
The second thing I noticed was the sky, the absence of stars in the sky felt odd, and the moon was nowhere to be seen, "even though it had been said there would be two moons tonight."
Like how some people would say, it thugged it out, put on my music, and continued my walk, I couldn't really see where I was going and didn't want to turn on my flashlight as the mosquitoes were endless, so I just started walking aimlessly.
One thing that really frustrated me during the walk was the endless amount of insects that just kept climbing my arms, and I wore a short sleeve.
After minutes of walking, I got to a familiar path, it was separated into three, the first one could be used to go back to the compartment but it was longer, the second one I hadn't walked there once, and the third route was a shortcut I used to football practice.
A dim light shined through that path, the trail wasn't marked, not really- just narrow strips between the undergrowth, where few dared to walk at this hour. But something pulled me deeper, I was as curious as little George, how was there a dim light shining through that part of the forest this late at night?
I had to walk carefully from then, as there were thorns on the floor and it was slippery. The light was my guide as I walked to quench my curiosity, although I wanted to listen to music, I had to pause as I was walking in an unfamiliar path at night.
The trees around this part were moldy and soft, as I continued walking, I felt like I could hear my own thoughts as the forest became so quiet, that I couldn't even hear an insect.
My body was refusing to move, but I wanted to quench that curiosity, and I also didn't want to go back to the place and hear more nagging from my mom, so despite the fear I felt, I continued walking.
The dim light became brighter and brighter, as it seemed I was coming closer to the object.
The forest floor became damp like I was walking on mud and quicksand, and then I saw the light, or you could say, the object that was producing the light.
It was a truck?? It was a f*cking truck!!! My breath was rattled and my mind confused that I didn't think straight to ask myself a simple question. Who? How?
As they say, just like how you can't see your reflection in boiling water, you wouldn't be able to see the truth in your anger.
I turned back and planned on going home, "someone must have left this as a prank," I thought.
Before I could walk any further, I heard the engine start, I turned back and saw the truck incoming at an unbelievable speed, I couldn't move well due to the swampy area and I ended up getting stuck.
My heart sped rapidly, and my hands became sweaty, my lips were bitten as drops of blood dropped I tried everything in my power to try and move, but it was to no avail.
My body trembled as I knew what awaited me, the same feeling I hated the most came back at that moment, again. I couldn't breathe, it was getting harder with each passing breath.
Just before the truck could hit me, I felt the time slow down like the hands of a broken clock.
I thought about my mother and two sisters. Would they see my body? Or would it be used by the time they start searching for me, thoughts like "If I knew I was going to die today I wouldn't have gotten angry over what she said."
I began to feel regret, that was the last thing I felt before having to face the feeling of my bones crushing and everywhere turning black.
"Where am I?"