Lost On the Way (story script)

(Credits)

-----written by tgthewriter1
-----employed by Ashford University



Title: Lost on the High Way

     Lost..............I feel so lost. Where am I? What have I done to deserve this? It all started on November 17th. The day it rained and rained. The day I got lost on the high way. The day I didn’t know who I was. At the night of Nov. 17th, I looked at the punch sheet and pushed the button. I told my self, “I can’t wait till I leave this job.” I been working at this K-Mart job for 4 years. It wasn’t a part of the plan but when does anything go exactly as planned. I decide to go to the bathroom to rub my eyes a bit. Trying to get some life to face. I see the slightly dark circles on my face. I look at the time on my cell and notice that it is past 10:00pm. I rotate my head in a clockwise rotation. Then, I decided to leave the K-Mart place and head to the high way. I decided to take a different route home this time. I usually take the street route home, but I was feeling a different road. I wanted a longer drive to take time out to think. Sometimes, taking time out to think is what keeps my mind in check. I opened the car and turned on the radio. Nothing to listen to. I backed up the car and hit the gas.
     The car fled off into the street like a space ship. It was dark and I was the only car on the road. I keep driving for miles and miles. Thinking about my life. Why am I still working at K-Mart? After all this time, I am still putting up with the mental abuse and the frustration of not following my dreams. (sigh) I suddenly realize that I didn’t make my turn. I then started panic. Maybe I was overacting a bit. What did I just....there I was driving and driving. I lost my sense of direction but acted like I knew where to go. I missed my turn and I do not know how to get back. I am lost. I told my self, “I need to think happy thoughts.” I turned the car around and assumed I was the only one on the road. But, I was wrong. There was a truck blowing the horn at me. It zoomed past me.
     My heart was beating fast. The car spun around a couple times. What was that? It took me awhile to collect my self. I had to sit i my car seat. I had to just wait. Catch my breathe and be happy I didn't die. I looked at the dashboard for a couple minutes. Maybe it was four. I have no idea. Then, I begin to hear a bell sound. A sound some say you hear when your about to die. I now hear the rain. It is getting more fierce and more consistent. “Maybe I should park my car for awhile,” I said to myself. I noticed the gas tank being empty. Today was not my day. I decided I would do something new and this is what happened. Ok, maybe I am just overreacting? Some people say, “it is always your fault.” I disagree because I can’t control what people do to me. Wait, I am getting sidetracked again. Back to the story. The next thing I know I see a man walking. He has a gun. I wasn't  a gun lover but I wish I had one right about now. I begin to panic and think of a way out. No, it is too late. What does this guy want? My life?
      The guy continues to walk closer and closer to my car. I see the man waving his hand. I didn’t roll down my window because I was scared. The guy knocks on the window. So, I roll down my window and see what’s up. The guy says, “what’s your problem?” I tell him, “I am lost and I don’t know where my turn is?” He looks at me and says, “you need to give me a ride or else........” I replied to the man by saying “Um....” The next thing I know the guy points the gun directly on me. I look at the gun and it looks real enough. My heart begins to beat fast. I can hear the motion. I give the man a nod and I open my right door. The man gets in the car and tells me to drive. I drive without thinking about it. I didn’t want him to shoot me. We drive and drive. Some distance goes by. It seems quiet in the car at first. Then, I heard my heart again and thinking of how not to upset him. I didn’t want to die today. It is too soon. I looked at the stranger and noticed that he was a smoker.
     So, he looks at me and says, “Why do you still work at K-Mart?” He knows the uniform. I tell him “I need a job you know?” Then the stranger says, “We all need jobs but you need a purpose.” I looked at him and wondered. What does he mean? I need purpose. I ask the stranger, “What you mean?” The stranger looks at me and when I look back at him while driving I feel his eyes piercing through my soul. I see red eyes lunching into me like a arrow touching a person with gold coins. The stranger says, “you wasn’t meant to work at K-Mart forever.” I responded, “But, I need money so what I am going to do?” He responds, “money is for paying bills and nothing more. You can not assume that money will give you more then what you need.” He looked at me and I knew he was telling the truth but how could I really leave my job. It is not that simple.
      All I really had was this job. I didn’t have a girlfriend. I didn’t have education. I did attend school, but I decided to drop out when things got too hard to deal with. I didn’t have friends. Now that I think about it. Maybe I should of quit my job and went back to school. Many people will hate me. But, I need an education. I been working at this crappy job for four years and I have nothing to show for it. I have nothing to show for it. Maybe the stranger is right. Maybe I do need to quit my job.
     The stranger then tells me to stop the car. I stop the car and stranger gets out. Then he says, “don’t be stupid.” The next thing I know I wake up and realize that I fell asleep in the parking lot.I been sleeping the whole time. But, the dream felt so real. Was the man a spirit and was the man telling the truth? It is hard to say. But, that is the end of the story. It might not be a good reason. That is why I decided to pursue my dream. A lot harder then usual.