Dizzying Predicament

The darkness seemed to loom out at him, invisible eyes glaring furiously in his wake....
The man drove in a blur, trying to block out his paranoia, wondering if it  really was paranoia or if it was all real.
"It couldn't be!" he told himself hysterically.
He didn't have himself convinced. He looked frantically out of the window on both sides and then at the rear view mirror, beads of sweat growing steadily into a stream upon his terrified visage, fear rippling through his frazzled veins.

His breath was rapid and painful, as was his heartbeat.
He switched on the CD player in an attempt to calm himself down. It wasn't quite the soothing effect he was looking for -
"We're painted as monsters,
Borracho, cansado.."

"No!" he screamed, switching it off.
It would have been almost comical, had it not been for the grimness of the situation in which he had landed himself.

The man found it difficult to concentrate, visions of blood flying through the chilly air flashing before his unfocussed eyes, haunting him.

An enormous truck suddenly loomed out of nowhere, blaring its horn, unleashing a fresh flood of adrenaline into the poor man's already overloaded veins. He swerved wildly, tyres screeching out his desperation, propelling the vehicle into chaotic trajectory which he could barely register before gaining control over his limbs and brain long enough to slam the brakes. He stopped short just in front of a towering tree that would have resulted in instant death had he crashed into it.
The man regained his breath, petrified. He looked up at the tree.
"Divine intervention?" he wondered.
He didn't have time to think further. He threw open the front door and stumbled out, vomiting violently on the ground. He kept staggering forward on his unsteady limbs and slumped to the ground against a bush, losing consciousness.



The alarm clock rang shrilly, forcing a half-conscious arm to reach out and slap it shut, almost automatically. Waking from his deep slumber, the man sat up slowly on his tattered bed.
Head pounding, he dragged himself to his feet and made his way to the wash basin. As he splashed water onto his drooping eyelids, he recalled the horrors of the night before.

He rushed down to the garage and slid the door open. What he saw made him slump against the door and let out a long winded sigh.....
He reached for a bottle on the table next to him and took a deep swig.....