This is a redo. I hope that it meets the requirements of the assignment!
I was going 80 mph down the interstate, window down, metal music blaring, heading towards Ihop (because where else am I going to go at 4 in the morning right?) when I saw the glow in the middle of the road. It was bright, the only source of light on the interstate besides my car’s headlights. It was quite a ways away when I first saw it, I thought that I’d have to turn off onto my exit before I reached it. But I didn’t…Lord I wish I did.
As I got closer to the glow, I began to smell this oder in the air. It smelled kinda like a skunk’s spray, but burnt. That smell…shit. I can’t describe it. Just. Just know that it was awful.
And well that horrid odor really freaked me out and caused me to instinctively start slowing down my car and turn down my music, and as I did that, the hate-filled screams in my speakers were replaced by pained screams coming in from outside my window. I heard that scream, that pained-filled scream and I was filled with dread. I was shaking. My car was swerving. I had to pull over. And I did. Right next to the glow.
But it was no longer a glow, it was a raging fire. The scream was ear-piercing. The smell was overpowering. I lost my appetite: I lost my whole stomach, but not before stumbling out of my car and onto the freshly paved road.
There on the pavement, I was unable to think. I was staring at my own vomit. Listening to this screaming. I just couldn’t comprehend what was going on right in front of me.
That’s when I looked up. Just a couple of yards in front of me, in the middle of the road, was…was a body. A small body. Twitching. The screaming had stopped, now there was just this deafly silent moan. I looked at it, and shit, did I start screaming. I got up. I, I jumped up and rushed to my car looking for a water bottle: anything that could put out a flame. All I had was this blanket that you had made for me a while back in backseat.
Without thinking, I grabbed that thing and ran, stumbled really, as fast as I could to that…that ‘lil guy lying there. And when I reached him, I looked at his face and…I looked into his eyes. And I lost it. I did. I was straight sobbing, and I knelt down, and threw that blanket over the kid, and tried to put out the flames. But the flames were still raging over this boy’s body. They consumed the blanket and started to burn my hand. My arms. But my whole body was numb. I didn’t notice the pain.
I got up and pulled out my phone and dialed 911. I started yelling at the operator. I told her everything, and then just hung up. I ran back to my car to search for something, anything else that could put out the flame. But I couldn’t find anything. And so I gave up. I fell back on to the pavement and just stared into space.
Soon, a squad car pulled up. It was promptly followed by a firetruck and an ambulance. They were followed by more police cars. And all those police cars were followed by news vans. And then there were questions. So many questions. And the questions were soon followed by commuters. And by the time the commuters arrived, the police cars, firetruck, ambulance, news vans, and all the questions had moved on. I was left standing there on the side of the interstate.
No one knows who that little boy was. How he got out on the highway. How he caught on fire. There’re no answers. There’s just no explanation. And even if one is found…what’ll that really explain?