Gasoline: A Short Story

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Gasoline I wake up to my phone ringing non-stop, and my roommate, Max yelling “Wake up!” Although Max has a mild form of dementia, he usually sets a reminder to wake me up just to make sure I got to New Jersey in time. “Coming!” I yell. As I quickly grab my bags, I rush downstairs and prepare to leave. “Ryan, where are you going again?” Max says. “I’m going to New Jersey for a temporary job as an accountant.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” Max says, clearly getting angry. “I was packing yesterday and confirming that I had the job. I’m sorry.” “How is rent getting paid this month? The landlord still counts it as two people because your stuff is here.” Max asks. “I already have it taken care of. I really have to leave. I’ll see you this summer!” “No, R..” but the door slamming cut him off. As I got into the car, I remembered what Max did last time I cut him off. He had taken some of my stuff and burnt it into ashes. I brushed it off as if it wouldn’t happen again. Hopefully he wouldn’t overreact this time. …show more content…

I got off the highway and went into a convenience store to ask for someone to come out and fill up my car. A sketchy-looking man came out and said “where is your car?” I said “It’s near the gas pump outside” “Okay, I will walk out with you to fill it up.” He said. I couldn’t see the man’s face because he had a hoodie on, but all I was thinking about was wanting to get back on the road. As we were walking he turned around and asked where it was. I pointed to my car, next to the pump. After he filled up my car, he said “that’ll be 2.60” “Ok let me get the money” I said. While I was getting the money, I see him walk up behind me and take out something that blinded me. “What is th…” Then I blacked out, as I feel metal pierce into my

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