Post by catykerr on Mar 1, 2012 20:12:34 GMT
The Darkness
By Caty Kerr
The ground was crumbling. The car was ablaze. Logan’s legs shook as he took his first wary step out of the ignited vehicle. He opened his eyes and was immediately struck by the horrors before him. An ocean of flames engulfed the scene. Shards of broken glass blanketed the ground and sharp pieces of twisted metal were skewered into the soil. Logan turned his head and saw his mother, trapped under his car. She was screaming. Her arms flailed around as she attempted to push the weight of the car off herself. Logan felt sick. He turned his head to look in the opposite direction and was faced with the terror of witnessing the person he drove into laying limp and lifeless on the ground. How did this happen? He thought to himself. He began to scramble towards his mother, hoping and praying that she would still be alive when he arrived. But it was all too much. He felt his knees going weak and he fell. He tried to move but his body just wouldn’t allow it. He struggled for what seemed like hours; but he couldn’t even get his pinkie finger to move. Am I dead? He asked himself. No, that’s just stupid I can’t be dead… After another while of pointless struggling he admitted defeat. How did this happen? He asked himself again. So he lay there, on the ground, listening to the crackling fire and the constant screams of his mother and thought back to how it all began.
***
“You Idiot,” Logan bellowed towards the oncoming traffic, “Learn to drive!”
“Calm down dear,” his mother, Carole, murmured softly, desperate not to set off Logan’s anger. Logan gave her an exasperated look, and then turned his eyes back to the stream of vehicles ahead of him. The tension in the car was thick. Carole kept her head down, terrified of her son’s constant fury. Whereas Logan, enraged by the gridlock, continued to scream abuse at passing cars.
“Please Logan,” Carole pleaded, “Calm down. You’re scaring me.
“Oh, just shut up mum! It’s not me you should be scared of, it’s those pathetic excuses for drivers who you should be worried about!” Logan growled, taking his hands off the wheel to indicate towards the gridlock. His face was red and contorted with anger. His usual pale features were flushed and twisted as he yelled at the drivers on the road. His long, sweeping blonde hair now pushed back off his face by his frustrated hands.
“Logan, please” Carole muttered, her soft hands trembling with anxiety as Logan ignored her gentle pleads. The traffic began to move and Logan began to calm down. He pressed his foot to the pedal and began to accelerate. Carole felt relief flood her body. Yet the flame of hope that she felt flickered out almost instantly as the vehicles before him ground to a halt. Logan felt the anger bubbling up inside him. It felt like a broken promise and it was too much to keep inside him so he lashed out. He scrunched his hand up into a tight fist and whacked it against the steering wheel. The horn went off with a resounding “BEEP!” Carole jumped and turned to Logan, petrified, although not surprised by her son's violent nature.
“Please Logan,” Carole uttered her simple mantra, “Just calm down.”
“No Mum!” Logan growled, “I won't Just calm down! C'mon... I’m a great driver. It's these incompetent imbeciles that you should be looking out fo...” Logan was interrupted by a car horn beeping next to him. He looked through his window and began making obscene hand gestures towards the woman in the adjacent car. The woman gave him an affronted look then turned to face forwards, away from Logan.
*
Over the next half hour, Logan continued to holler offences towards the vehicles. The traffic moved at a snail's pace yet Logan and Carole had began making progress and were now a good half a mile down the road.
“MUM LOOK!” Carole looked in the direction that Logan was frantically flailing his arms. She saw a small, easily accessible road that was free of cars. Her heart soared for a hopeful moment, but her hope soon deflated as she saw a large blue and white sign that was clearly printed 'NO ACCESS!'
“NO! Logan,” Carole almost screeched, “You can't go that way, we could get into big trouble!” However, ignoring her begs, Logan had different ideas. He places his hands, quivering with fury and slight anticipation onto the steering wheel and turned it violently. The car gave a particularly ferocious jolt before swiftly moving towards the opening. The movement was greeted by a flurry of car horns beeping undoubtedly at them. Carole began to sob. Most likely because of the terrified feeling settling into the pit of her stomach. She knew that it was too late to stop Logan so she sat, silently weeping into her hands.
The car was accelerating- quickly- and Logan found it exhilarating. All the fury he held within himself was dissipating and he felt calm and relaxed for the first time since he got onto the dreaded motorway.
“Logan. Please slow down!” Carole urged. “You're going to get us killed!” She looked out the window to see a fog of greens and browns. The car was travelling at such a speed that it was not possible to make out any sort of image of the forest surrounding them. Logan just pressed his foot harder to the pedal, enjoying the feeling too much to care about anything else. His heart soared and his chest felt light ad the car zoomed along the narrow road.
Logan was too elated to hear the screeching of tyres. He was too happy to see the car stopping in front of him. And he was too distracted to feel the collision of the two cars before he was engulfed by blackness.
***
Logan lay there. Paralysed and petrified about what was to come. He could still hear the screams of his mother; the only noise he could hear in this secluded area. A tear started to form in Logan's eye as the guilt he felt began to overwhelm him. He tried to keep his eyes open, but he just couldn't. So without a second thought he closed his eyes and allowed himself to be taken over by a darkness from which he would never return.
By Caty Kerr
The ground was crumbling. The car was ablaze. Logan’s legs shook as he took his first wary step out of the ignited vehicle. He opened his eyes and was immediately struck by the horrors before him. An ocean of flames engulfed the scene. Shards of broken glass blanketed the ground and sharp pieces of twisted metal were skewered into the soil. Logan turned his head and saw his mother, trapped under his car. She was screaming. Her arms flailed around as she attempted to push the weight of the car off herself. Logan felt sick. He turned his head to look in the opposite direction and was faced with the terror of witnessing the person he drove into laying limp and lifeless on the ground. How did this happen? He thought to himself. He began to scramble towards his mother, hoping and praying that she would still be alive when he arrived. But it was all too much. He felt his knees going weak and he fell. He tried to move but his body just wouldn’t allow it. He struggled for what seemed like hours; but he couldn’t even get his pinkie finger to move. Am I dead? He asked himself. No, that’s just stupid I can’t be dead… After another while of pointless struggling he admitted defeat. How did this happen? He asked himself again. So he lay there, on the ground, listening to the crackling fire and the constant screams of his mother and thought back to how it all began.
***
“You Idiot,” Logan bellowed towards the oncoming traffic, “Learn to drive!”
“Calm down dear,” his mother, Carole, murmured softly, desperate not to set off Logan’s anger. Logan gave her an exasperated look, and then turned his eyes back to the stream of vehicles ahead of him. The tension in the car was thick. Carole kept her head down, terrified of her son’s constant fury. Whereas Logan, enraged by the gridlock, continued to scream abuse at passing cars.
“Please Logan,” Carole pleaded, “Calm down. You’re scaring me.
“Oh, just shut up mum! It’s not me you should be scared of, it’s those pathetic excuses for drivers who you should be worried about!” Logan growled, taking his hands off the wheel to indicate towards the gridlock. His face was red and contorted with anger. His usual pale features were flushed and twisted as he yelled at the drivers on the road. His long, sweeping blonde hair now pushed back off his face by his frustrated hands.
“Logan, please” Carole muttered, her soft hands trembling with anxiety as Logan ignored her gentle pleads. The traffic began to move and Logan began to calm down. He pressed his foot to the pedal and began to accelerate. Carole felt relief flood her body. Yet the flame of hope that she felt flickered out almost instantly as the vehicles before him ground to a halt. Logan felt the anger bubbling up inside him. It felt like a broken promise and it was too much to keep inside him so he lashed out. He scrunched his hand up into a tight fist and whacked it against the steering wheel. The horn went off with a resounding “BEEP!” Carole jumped and turned to Logan, petrified, although not surprised by her son's violent nature.
“Please Logan,” Carole uttered her simple mantra, “Just calm down.”
“No Mum!” Logan growled, “I won't Just calm down! C'mon... I’m a great driver. It's these incompetent imbeciles that you should be looking out fo...” Logan was interrupted by a car horn beeping next to him. He looked through his window and began making obscene hand gestures towards the woman in the adjacent car. The woman gave him an affronted look then turned to face forwards, away from Logan.
*
Over the next half hour, Logan continued to holler offences towards the vehicles. The traffic moved at a snail's pace yet Logan and Carole had began making progress and were now a good half a mile down the road.
“MUM LOOK!” Carole looked in the direction that Logan was frantically flailing his arms. She saw a small, easily accessible road that was free of cars. Her heart soared for a hopeful moment, but her hope soon deflated as she saw a large blue and white sign that was clearly printed 'NO ACCESS!'
“NO! Logan,” Carole almost screeched, “You can't go that way, we could get into big trouble!” However, ignoring her begs, Logan had different ideas. He places his hands, quivering with fury and slight anticipation onto the steering wheel and turned it violently. The car gave a particularly ferocious jolt before swiftly moving towards the opening. The movement was greeted by a flurry of car horns beeping undoubtedly at them. Carole began to sob. Most likely because of the terrified feeling settling into the pit of her stomach. She knew that it was too late to stop Logan so she sat, silently weeping into her hands.
The car was accelerating- quickly- and Logan found it exhilarating. All the fury he held within himself was dissipating and he felt calm and relaxed for the first time since he got onto the dreaded motorway.
“Logan. Please slow down!” Carole urged. “You're going to get us killed!” She looked out the window to see a fog of greens and browns. The car was travelling at such a speed that it was not possible to make out any sort of image of the forest surrounding them. Logan just pressed his foot harder to the pedal, enjoying the feeling too much to care about anything else. His heart soared and his chest felt light ad the car zoomed along the narrow road.
Logan was too elated to hear the screeching of tyres. He was too happy to see the car stopping in front of him. And he was too distracted to feel the collision of the two cars before he was engulfed by blackness.
***
Logan lay there. Paralysed and petrified about what was to come. He could still hear the screams of his mother; the only noise he could hear in this secluded area. A tear started to form in Logan's eye as the guilt he felt began to overwhelm him. He tried to keep his eyes open, but he just couldn't. So without a second thought he closed his eyes and allowed himself to be taken over by a darkness from which he would never return.
