Lost on the Road: A Tale of Survival and Trauma
When a Good Deed Goes Wrong and the Nightmares that Follow
It was a dark and stormy night, and Sarah was driving home from a party at her friend's house. The rain was coming down hard, and the wind was howling. Sarah could barely see the road in front of her, and she was starting to feel nervous.
As she drove down the deserted road, she noticed a figure standing on the side of the road. It was a man, and he was soaked through and shivering. Sarah slowed down and rolled down her window.
"Excuse me, do you need help?" she asked, trying to keep her voice calm.
The man didn't answer, but instead walked towards her car. Sarah started to feel uneasy, but she couldn't just leave someone stranded in the middle of the storm. She unlocked the passenger door, and the man got in.
"Thank you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Sarah could see that he was pale and shaking. She turned up the heat in the car and offered him a blanket she had in the back seat. As they drove, Sarah tried to make small talk, but the man didn't seem interested in talking. He just stared out the window, his eyes wide and his expression fearful.
Sarah felt a shiver run down her spine. There was something off about this man, and she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She tried to focus on the road, but her mind kept going back to the stranger sitting next to her.
As they drove, the storm grew worse, and the wind began to howl even louder. The rain was coming down so hard now that Sarah could barely see the road in front of her. Suddenly, there was a flash of lightning, and Sarah saw something that made her blood run cold.
The man sitting next to her was covered in blood.
Sarah screamed and slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a screeching halt. The man didn't move. He just sat there, staring out the window with a blank expression.
Sarah's heart was pounding in her chest. She knew she needed to get out of the car, but she was too scared to move. Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the window.
Sarah jumped, and the man turned his head to look at her. She could see the fear in his eyes now, and she knew that she wasn't the only one who was scared.
"Please, let me out," he said, his voice shaking.
Sarah hesitated for a moment, but then she unlocked the door. The man got out of the car and ran off into the darkness.
Sarah sat there for a moment, trying to catch her breath. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She had picked up a stranger in the middle of the storm, and he had turned out to be covered in blood.
Suddenly, there was another knock on the window. Sarah jumped again, but this time it was just a tree branch hitting the glass. She let out a sigh of relief and started the car again. She needed to get home and call the police.
As she drove down the road, Sarah couldn't shake the feeling that she was being followed. She kept checking the rearview mirror, but there was nothing there. The storm was making it hard to see, and she couldn't be sure if there was someone following her or if it was just her imagination.
Finally, she saw the lights of her house up ahead. She let out a sigh of relief and pulled into the driveway. She ran inside and locked the door behind her, then went to the phone to call the police.
But when she picked up the phone, she heard a voice on the other end.
"I know what you did," the voice said, and then hung up.
Sarah felt her blood run cold. What did
The phone rang again, and Sarah hesitated before picking it up. It was the same voice, but this time it was more menacing.
"You can't hide from me, Sarah. I know where you live," the voice said.
Sarah's heart was racing. How did this person know her name and where she lived? She looked around the room, trying to find a place to hide, but there was nowhere to go.
Suddenly, the lights went out. Sarah was plunged into darkness, and she could hear footsteps coming closer. She tried to run, but she stumbled and fell to the ground.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Sarah could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she had to do something, but she was frozen with fear.
Suddenly, there was a loud crash, and Sarah felt something hit her head. She fell unconscious.
When she woke up, she was tied to a chair in a dark room. She could hear someone breathing heavily in the corner.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice shaking.
There was no answer. The breathing grew louder, and Sarah could feel her heart racing again. She tried to free herself, but the ropes were too tight.
Suddenly, the lights turned on, and Sarah could see her captor for the first time. It was the man she had picked up on the side of the road.
He was covered in blood, and his eyes were wild with fear.
"You should have left me there," he said, his voice shaking. "You should have left me there to die."
Sarah tried to reason with him, but he wasn't listening. He was lost in his own world of fear and anger.
As she struggled to free herself, Sarah realized that she was in a fight for her life. She had to find a way to escape before it was too late.
She began to wriggle out of the ropes, pulling with all her might. It hurt, but she didn't care. She had to get free.
Finally, the ropes gave way, and Sarah was free. She ran towards the door, but it was locked.
She turned around to face the man, who was now brandishing a knife. He looked like he was about to attack her, but then he stopped.
"I can't do this," he said, dropping the knife. "I can't hurt you."
Sarah saw an opportunity and lunged for the knife. She grabbed it and held it out in front of her, ready to defend herself.
The man looked at her, and she could see the fear in his eyes. He knew he had made a mistake, and he was sorry.
Together, they waited for the police to arrive. Sarah knew she was lucky to be alive, but she couldn't help wondering what would have happened if she had left the man on the side of the road.
From that day on, Sarah never picked up a stranger again. She learned the hard way that sometimes, the people we think we are helping can turn out to be our worst nightmares.
Sarah's experience left a deep impression on her. She found herself constantly looking over her shoulder and jumping at every sound.
Her friends and family tried to reassure her that she was safe, but Sarah couldn't shake the feeling of fear that had taken hold of her.
She began to experience nightmares, reliving the terrifying ordeal over and over again. She became withdrawn and stopped going out, afraid of what might happen if she left her house.
Sarah knew she needed help. She reached out to a therapist who specialized in trauma and PTSD.
Through therapy, Sarah learned to confront her fears and confront the trauma she had experienced. It wasn't easy, but with each session, she began to feel stronger.
She also started taking self-defense classes and learned how to protect herself if she ever found herself in a dangerous situation again.
Over time, Sarah began to regain her confidence and independence. She started going out again, slowly at first, but then with more ease.
One day, while out for a walk, Sarah heard a voice calling out to her. She turned around to see a man walking towards her.
Her heart raced with fear, but then she noticed the man's face. It was a man she knew from her neighborhood, someone she had seen many times before.
"Are you okay?" he asked, concerned.
Sarah felt a wave of relief wash over her. She realized that not everyone was out to hurt her, and that there were still good people in the world.
From that day on, Sarah made a conscious effort to focus on the positive things in her life. She made new friends and started a new hobby, and slowly but surely, she began to heal.
Although the memories of her ordeal would always be with her, Sarah learned to move past them and live her life to the fullest. She knew that she had survived something truly horrifying, and that she was stronger because of it.
But even now, years later, she still thought of the man who had tried to hurt her, wondering what had led him to such a desperate and terrifying place.
Sarah realized that we never really know what someone else is going through, and that it's important to approach others with compassion and understanding, even when it's difficult.
And so she lived her life with a newfound sense of gratitude and empathy, determined to make the most of every day, and to never take her safety for granted.
About the Creator
muhammad nadeem naqvi
Naqvi is a renowned writer and journalist from lahore, Pakistan. He has written several critically acclaimed books on social issues and has been recognized with several awards and honors for his work.
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