The Road to Nowhere

                                  by Fear359
                                 (f, qs, grim)


Hi,  my  name  is  Jill,  and  I'm in trouble. You see, I have always been hard
headed,  and  that  has  gotten  me into a lot of trouble, but nothing like the
trouble  I'm  in  now.  I  was at the bar last night, and I overheard two other
women  talking  about  this  road that leads to nowhere, and that how people go
there,  but never come back. So, being the adventurer that I am, I thought that
I  would  check out this so called "road to nowhere". I started out my morning,
getting  ready.  I  put  on  my  jeans, a long sleeve shirt and hiking boots. I
jumped  in  my  car  and  headed  out. The road was not a road, but a small and
disappearing  trail.  After  about  a  mile  down the trail was starting to get
muddy, and my car kept getting stuck. So after the fifth or sixth time, I said,
"Screw it!", and just stopped the car right there. Mistake #1. I got out of the
car  and took a look around, and it was beautiful out here: No cars, no people,
just  trees and nature. I thought that I had died and gone to heaven. I decided
to  take a walk, and see what I could see. I didn't have to worry about my car.
If I couldn't get it out of the mud, I could always hike out and call for a tow
truck. Mistake #2.

I  started walking down the small road, and I began to notice that the road was
getting  worse.  The  mud,  was really starting to get soft, and it was getting
harder and harder to walk in the stuff. So I got off the road and began to walk
on the side of the road. I got about 1/2 mile down the side of the road, and it
just  stopped. No more trail, just a bunch of reeds and a small amount of water
on  the  ground.  I  thought  about going back to the car, but I thought that I
would go on alittle further to see what was on the other side of this small and
getting  smaller  stream.  Mistake #3. As I started out, the ground felt funny,
not  like  the  mud I had been walking in. This stuff was really weird, it felt
like  it was almost alive. But did I stop and turn around? No, I kept on going.
After  about  6 steps I tried to lift my right foot but it would not come up. I
looked  down,  and  I  couldn't understand why my feet were stuck. The mud only
came  up  over  my shoes a little but the mud had a vice like grip on them like
there  was  no tomorrow (little did I know there wouldn't be a tomorrow). After
about  5  minutes of struggling in the gripping mud I finally got my feet free,
and with less then two feet to go before I got across, I decided to jump across
the rest of the way. Mistake #4.

I  jumped,  and  when I hit the ground, my feet were swallowed by more mud, and
this  is when I found out that I was in trouble. As I tried to move my feet the
mud shifted more, and I just kept sinking. I tried harder and harder to pull my
feet  out  but  I was having no luck. So I began to pump my legs, hoping that I
could break the mud's grip on my feet. I thought that if I pointed my feet down
I  could  pull  my  feet  out  and  get the hell out of there. Mistake #5. As I
pointed my feet downwards the mud's grip got worse, and I began to sink faster.

I  tried  to  get  my feet straight again but the mud had me and I knew it. And
then  it hit me like a ton of bricks: I had jumped right into quicksand, mother
nature's  death  trap that very few escape from. I tried to free myself but the
quicksand  just  held  me tighter and tighter. The more I tried to get free the
more  it  pulled me in. My legs went under and my waist was following at a very
quick  rate. I began to call for help. Yeah, I know, but I'm was sinking, and I
was  (am)  scared! After about 2 minutes I knew there was no one around to hear
my  cries  for  help. I had one more thought: 'Maybe if I put my hands in I can
pull my legs out.' Mistake #6 (last mistake). As I put my arms in the quicksand
to grab my legs, my arms got stuck too. The harder I pulled the more I sank. My
waist  went under in seconds, and I was chest deep seconds after that. Now I am
neck  deep  in  this  god forsaken quagmire, and all I can think of is how many
other  people have sunk in this shit with no way out. And, oh God, It's getting
harder  and  harder to breathe. I'm so tired, can't fight anymore. Just want to
rest.  "Please,  someone  come, help me! The quicksand is just below my mouth!"
I've got to tilt my head. Maybe someone will come before it's too late. And now
I  know  that  the  road  to nowhere leads to the road of death! I shut my eyes
because  I don't want to see the end. And just as I shut my eyes I can feel the
quicksand pull me under.

I  try and hold my breath but it doesn't last for long. I can feel death's cold
hands  as  I get light headed. Well, my mom always told me that one day I would
get in deep!