The dangers of the Road

As I looked straight ahead, the yellow line to my left seemed boundless. All I could see is the black pavement never ending with the yellow line winding left and right through the country. It was late; too late for me to be driving. All that’s on my mind is the question “Why?”. Why would I drive all the way back in this darkness consumed stretch of limitless pavement with my head lights being the only light for miles? Not only was it absurd but also naïve. But all college students are naïve, right? So it’s acceptable? I’ve heard stories about this road but there’s no way they could be true. “Once you begin to hear a loud piercing sound, cover your ears, you don’t want to know what happens next.” Who would actually believe that stuff? It’s stupid. I’m 18. I’m an adult now. I can make my own decisions. It’s my life. Who are they to tell me what to do? I felt my hands begin to sweat and my temples were throbbing. I needed to cool down. As I kept on the road, winding left and right, the path seemed to grow progressively darker. The pines seemed to grow taller and the road began to seem narrower. The yellow line began to grow fuzzy and everything seemed to run together. I felt a rumbling and a piercing sound and everything became clear again. My tire was riding on the side of the road. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I was still viewing everything clear.  All of a sudden I felt my tire start to rumble and my car began to bog down. A flat tire? Perfect. Right out in the middle of nowhere. I pulled my car to the side of the road on the narrow grassland, knowing there was no point since nobody would be traveling down this road this late anyways. My only choice was to change it myself, but what about the stories? Would I hear the sound? What would I do if I did? After a short debate, I decided the only way to get out of this wretched place was to change my tire. I slowly opened the door and began to get out. I traveled to my trunk and opened it to receive the spare tire. As I rolled it out, I began to hear a faint noise. I shrugged it off. I rolled the tire over to my flat and brought the jack. I began to jack up my car as the noise became progressively louder. I still purposely ignored it. It’s all just in my head. I finally got the right side of the car jacked up and began to loosen up the lug nuts. By this time the sound was becoming unbearable. The shrill pain of the sound was jaw-clenching. I felt a sudden jump and found myself in the cabin of my car staring into a pair of headlights right in front of me in the left lane with a consistent shriek of honking. I hadn’t had a flat tire at all, I had fallen asleep. I gazed, astonished as the pair of headlights merged with mine and was then on a personal basis with death.