Sudden Turn
Leo Driver
Twisting and turning—God, how did I get here? Oh, I remember. I was walking home like always. It was dark—it was always dark. Looking back, it was stupid to complain about the walk. At least I knew where I was—now I don’t.
All it took was a slip, just one. I put down my foot wrong—one time—and fell in front of a truck. The next thing I knew, I was running endlessly in a maze of fear and regret. Where did I go wrong? I thought things were getting better for me! I really did!
I prayed, I begged, I ran! What was I supposed to do? What was I supposed to say? WHY WON’T ANYONE TELL ME!?
Running, running forever—like a helpless hamster. My feet will ache forever more, but I can’t stop. I can never stop! Why can’t I stop?! Why? Let me out! LET ME OUT! PLEASE! ANYONE! HELP ME!
So many times I’d thought I’d found an exit, but the more I kept running, the more I realized I was still in this awful, awful maze! Even now—when I make my way down the corridor—I feel the familiar shadow of dread fall over me. There’s no way out. There will NEVER be a way out. I’m stuck here for an eternity in my own personal hell.
I turn left at the end of the corner and slip…
“Jess?” The first voice I’ve heard in forever. But, I’d learned it had only been about three months. “Oh tha
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