''I am driving my way home. I am so tired and a bit drunk. It is heavily raining outside. I can barely see and hear what is going on around me. Has the rain flooded the world? Has the wind turned into a massive storm? I turn the radio on and i hear nothing but scratching sounds that iritate my ears.
It's going to be a terrible storm i think.
I glance in my rear-view mirror....
There seems to be a dark silhouette of a man sitting in the backseat....in the dark.
So quietly and mysteriously.
I pull over and stop.
I just keep my eyes firmly planted on the mirror.
I reach out to turn on the light and turn around fast.
And i see him.....
A man......
A faceless man...
i am staring at a ******* gaping hole instead of his face....
I can not move or scream...
My fear has paralyzed me all over...
And then i recognize his dark brown hair.
His blue jumper....
The same jumper i am wearing...
I am looking at myself....
My faceless-self...''
AND THEN I WOKE UP TO FIND MYSELF CRYING IN MY BED LIKE A LITTLE CHILD...
5 years ago my friend, Patrick and his twin brother, Sam, wound up in a terrible accident. Both were heavily drunk and Sam was driving them both home when suddenly the car slid off the slippery road due to rain and crashed hard into a deep ditch. Both were seriously injured. Patrick survived. Sam didn't make it. He died instantly when the car hit the bottom of the ditch. His head was crushed out of shape.
Years pass and still Patrick feels haunted by his guilt. He feels responsible for Sam's terrible death. I remember him saying that he killed HIM that fateful night.
Guilt is like poison. It eats you alive from the inside.