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What the hell?, I whispered softly, with undeniable puzzlement and panic.

I gazed out into the vast backdrop I had been trust into, only, this wasn't a Hollywood movie. There was nothing for miles and miles as far as my eyes could detect. The desert rippled like waves in the ocean of rock and sand, and I was just a cast away, like Tom Hanks, on the raft with Wilson. Several paranoid scenarios assaulted my mind; Texas Chain saw massacre, Saw- I had seen too many horror movies where bad things happen to good people. I dove into my pockets, and came out empty handed. My Verizon cell phone was in pieces beside the wreck.

Suddenly, my head jerked up, detecting a faint noise at a distance. It felt almost like a dream, in the midst of my daze. The skimming, gliding, noise of wheels against the pavement reached my ears. I spun myself half way around to catch a glimpse of an oncoming 18-wheeler truck. The head cab was a dark blue, and the driver seemed to be tall and gawky; he looked like a serial killer or something. Someone might have kicked my butt with a lead boot, because I was jumping up and down and waving my arms like a crazy person.

HEY! HEY! COME ON! HELP ME PLEASE! I shouted at the top of my lungs, but the blaring engine drowned out my cries.

Desperately, and absent mindedly, I started running after the truck, which was fading out of view. In my rush of adrenaline, I neglected that I had no idea where I was going, but did I have any other choice?

I dropped pace, panting, as if I had just ran in Track and Field states for the 100-meter dash. Dripping with sweat, I leaned my weight against a signpost nearby. I could no longer see what had once been my explorer. The large wooden post dug into my arm, and my eyes met its aged, white painted letters.

The looming font read, Gas station, next 7.3 miles.

My eyes sprung to life, and I gazed in the direction the sign indicated, scanning the road ahead. At this point, it all seemed so surreal. I shrugged off the pain in my side, and started my walk down the lonely road, limping.

The heat was rising from the surface in transparent waves, and I was sweating profusely. It all seemed to drone on forever, but I tried to keep my mind strong. I analyzed the life I knew, and the two sides of myself I seemed to show. Of course, there were the minor occurrences, more on the stupid side. I had done my share of dumb things. But, truth is, I had lied too many times; never really been honest with myself. I wasn't a Sunday

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