Pocket Wilderness & Other Horrors by Jason Ingolfsland

Author:Jason Ingolfsland [Ingolfsland, Jason]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-11-19T23:00:00+00:00

Trunk

My head felt like a freight train ran over it, backed up, and ran over it again. A vein in my forehead throbbed with a sharp pain under my eye socket. The burning in my eyes wouldn't stop. It didn’t matter much though as I couldn’t see anyway. An aching pain centered on the back right of my skull. I slowly lifted my right hand up passed my neck and touched the sore spot. I hissed, gnashing my teeth together from the sensitivity. It was warm and wet. I couldn't be certain, but it felt like the gash was substantial. I panicked, quickening my breaths, but then I tried to think positive thoughts. Taking one deep breath, I calmed my nerves and tried to get my bearings.

I knew I was in a car trunk. The smell of grease and gasoline, the cramped, confined space, and the total dark tipped me off. I just didn't know how I ended up in such a place. I remembered taking a shower, but when or where I couldn’t say. I was going somewhere, someplace important. I felt like punching the wall out of frustration.

I needed a flashlight or matches. I wasn't a smoker, so I didn't have a lighter. I dug inside my right pants pocket. My clothes felt odd. They weren't my usual jeans and a t-shirt, but much more formal. I found my keys, but they wouldn't do much good locked up in a trunk.

I guess I should say what I do remember. Who knows? That might spark some recent memories. I'm a pretty average guy with few talents to my name. I had an average childhood. Growing up I was a disappointment to my dad and a ghost to my mom. My siblings took center stage. My genius older brother was granted a full ride scholarship to Yale. Popularity endowed my two twin sisters with instant gratification and power. Beautiful, fashionable, they ended up both being Prom Queen on the same year because no one could decide; they also went to Yale.

I did nothing and I was no one; I went to West Haven Community College. I was a sensitive, emotional kid. I definitely remember that. All of my relationships ended up in heartbreak on my end. I usually got dumped or cheated on. Regardless of the circumstance, it always ended the same: me losing. My losses greatly outweighed my victories. In fact, I could barely recall the taste of victory. I played little league baseball, at my father's request, and couldn't catch a ball or win a game to save my life. I'd study hard for tests to only come home with a big D+ stamped on the top.

I wasn't a bad guy. In fact, most of the time the compliments I heard were, "Oh, Vincent, he's such a nice guy." But, "nice" is seldom valued by anyone. At least by my counting, I have had two wins in my life. The first was the time I won my school

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