XII
I’m driving, I don’t know where to. I’m in a car, with a steering wheel in front of me and nothing else.
In this car there are no passengers’ seats, and all around it’s dark.
I didn’t understand the reason, but I’m sure that around here there’s someone that has bad intentions towards me.
I haven’t understood where I am: in a garage? Locked in a secret place?
And, mainly, I don’t know why I am in this unknown place. I feel like I got here by chance, catapulted here, almost against my will.
Headache is coming back, stronger and persistent. What should I do?
“Where are you? Please, I need something to make this migraine go away.”
No one is answering, everyone ran away, are they afraid of something maybe?
“Come on, get out of there!”
No way, the situation doesn’t change.
I try t
