The Driver - By Django Perks
The Driver
By Django Perks
Jim
October 31st the date was. When I died. I was 31 back
then. Young and full of spirit. You could even go as far to say I was
energised. My profession was an artist. I painted stunning views of cities and
luxurious, green pastures in the countryside around. I don’t remember a lot of
the details of how I died, but I will tell you as much as I can.
It all started as I was on my way back from the pub. I was
drunk as hell. I staggered through the crowds that inhabited the pub this
evening and into the cold night. I had to swerve slightly to avoid a gang of
kids dressed in Halloween costumes. They stopped at a house just next to the
corner of the road. You could hear them from a mile away. “TRICK OR TREAT!”
they shouted as they grabbed their sweets and went off into the night. Funny, I
remember doing exactly the same thing when I was young. The same house and all.
It might even have been the same costumes. Déjà Vu.
I staggered further on the lane before spotting a taxi and
flagging it down. The Driver pulled over. I pulled open the door and
practically fell into my seat. “Evening Pal.” The Driver didn’t respond. The
Driver started to drive. I’ve never liked taxis. Not since watching
Ghostbusters. That scene with the Taxi Driver Ghost. Brrrrr. Scary. Only, the
amount of times I have got into a taxi and nothing has happened has made me
think that nothing like that even exists. But...maybe we shouldn’t doubt the
impossible. So The Driver drove his taxi and I dozed in the back. The Driver
was a good driver I thought, possibly the best I had ever had. I think I might
give The Driver a large tip.
Bethany
October 31st the date was. When I died. I was just
30 back then. Young and youthful. My occupation, well...I didn’t really class
it as a job really. I was a musician. I didn’t do gigs or Open Mic. events down
at the pub. I didn’t really do anything. I suppose it was just a hobby really.
There again, I never practised. I don’t remember a lot of the details of how I
died, but I will tell you as much as I can.
It all started on the way back from my friend’s house. I
didn’t have my car because I knew I was going to have a few drinks. I flagged
down a taxi. The Driver pulled over. I could have sworn it was the same taxi as
the last time I had visited my friends. It certainly had the same air freshener
in the front. “Thank you.” I said. The Driver didn’t respond. That’s strange.
The driver of this cab was definitely a chatty person the last time I saw him.
Maybe he has had a rubbish day or he sold this taxi and retired; he was quite
old.
You possibly are starting to think that I know every single
taxi driver in the town. I probably do. I hardly ever use my car; I always seem
to have a drink wherever I go. I remember once when I did go to a place in my
car. I was drunk and then had to get a lift from my friend. She was quite
annoyed actually. I don’t know what became of her; she didn’t contact me and I
didn’t want to contact her. I just deleted her number from my phone.
So The Driver drove his taxi and I dozed in the back. The
Driver was a good driver I thought, possibly better than the one who used to
drive this taxi. I think I might give The Driver a large tip.
Jim
It was starting to rain when I eventually looked up from my
phone. Very gloomy. I suddenly realised something: I hadn’t told The Driver
where I wanted him to take me. “Erm...Excuse me?” No reply. “Erm...Do you know
where I want to go?” No reply. “Well it’s...” The Driver spoke then.
“I know where you want to go.” The Driver’s voice was gruff
and harsh. And...unnatural. Yes that was the word, unnatural.
“Do you? Ok then...” I hesitated. Something is wrong. How
did The Driver know where I needed to go?
Bethany
It was starting to rain when I eventually looked up from my
phone. Very gloomy. I suddenly realised something: I hadn’t told The Driver
where I wanted him to take me. “Erm...Excuse me?” No reply. “Erm...Do you know
where I want to go?” No reply. “Well it’s...” The Driver spoke then.
“I know where you want to go.” The Driver’s voice was gruff
and harsh. And...unnatural. Yes that was the word, unnatural.
“Do you? Ok then...” I hesitated. Something is wrong. How
did The Driver know where I needed to go?
Jim
The Driver sped up suddenly. I rolled out of my seat even
though the seatbelt was on. “What the hell?” My breath was coming in short,
sharp gasps. I managed to look up at the speedometer on The Driver’s dashboard.
I couldn’t see but it was at the top speed. Fast. Very fast.
I tried the door handle and found it locked. Peering out of
the window, I saw that the driver was taking a route completely unknown to me.
All I knew about it was that at the end of the road there was...Oh God....Oh
no....Someone get me out of this damn thing. At the end of this road there is a
very steep hill landing in a rubbish dump and we were going to go flying of
it...I am going to die!
Bethany
The Driver sped up suddenly. I rolled out of my seat even
though the seatbelt was on. “What the hell?” My breath was coming in short,
sharp gasps. I managed to look up at the speedometer on The Driver’s dashboard.
I couldn’t see but it was at the top speed. Fast. Very fast.
I tried the door handle and found it locked. Peering out of
the window, I saw that the driver was taking a route completely unknown to me.
All I knew about it was that at the end of the road there was...Oh God....Oh
no....Someone get me out of this damn thing. At the end of this road there is a
very steep hill landing in a rubbish dump and we were going to go flying of
it...I am going to die!
I looked again out of the window. I could just see another
taxi ahead of us going at pretty much the same speed. I looked behind us. Oh
God...there were about 50 or more others following and going at the same
speed...God help us all!
Jim
God help us...here goes! I shut my eyes and rolled up into a
ball. Bye, Bye world.
Bethany
God help us...here goes! I shut my eyes and rolled up into a
ball. Bye, Bye world.
Jim, Bethany and
the 50 Others Behind
The Drivers took a sneering look behind them at the
passengers behind them and laughed their most evil laugh.
The cars went plummeting off the hill and lit up the sky in
one big fireball. BANG! Their lives were over.
Jim
So...yeah. That was how I died. I don’t think anyone
survived. They would have to be invincible to do that.
Bethany
So...yeah. That was pretty much how I died. I don’t think
anyone survived. They would have to be invincible to do that. I wish I had been
able to have one last look at my boyfriends face. His name is Jim and I loved
him so much.
The End
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