A (still) random, (still) unfinished story

Jason didn't really know why but he was scared. He was terrified that something had happenend to his wife. Or his son. Or even both. It was like he forgot how to drive a car. His mind was racing. He procrastinated whether he should return the call. Or look at the text. He decided to look at the text first. It suddenly stopped raining. The world outside was quiet. Too quiet. But John didn't seem to care. I think that's called living in the moment. He openend his messages. There was that mysterious number again. When he opened the text, he couldn't believe his eyes. There was no message. There was just a picture. John didn't really spot any humans or shapes or anything so he increased the brightness on his phone. Looking at the picture now I guess he would have wished to never see something like that. The picture showed his wife. Lying on the floor. With cuts in her face and tears running down her cheeks. The room was very dark. One lightbulb for an entire room just isn't enough. Well. It was enough for somebody. Jason didn't know how to feel. Everything seemed so... empty. His world was collapsing. People that walked by his car already asked if he was okay. But he didn't notice them. All he could think about was his wife. And who did this to her. And how he was gonna save her. The problem was that he had no information. Heck, he didn't even know why someone would do something like that to any of his family members. His life was completely ordinary. He never got into fights, he never did anything that could haunt him in the future. He was a well educated, reasonable man.
He suddenly got an idea. There was one mistake this man or woman made. They showed their phone number. The police should be able to track the phone down, see who it belongs to and arrest him or her. That was what he was going to do. He started the engine back up and went on the quickest route. The only two things he needed right now were help and information. The police would be a good place to maybe get both.

To be continued.

Chris

A random, unfinished story

Jason was driving home from work in his old and rusty Chevrolet. He was driving in the pouring rain. The car needed some repairing really badly and the rain made it even rustier. Jason hated his job. In his company he was just a face like most of his co-workers. He missed being special. Being needed. Having the feeling that you are important for someone. Well. This was about to change completely when his phone was vibrating in his pocket. It wasn't a text. It was a call. Jason obviously didn't know who called him but being a reasonable driver he didn't pick up the phone. He waited until he got home. He was driving right into the sunset. While he watched the sun go down he thought about his life. His wife. His son. The daughter that is already on the way. He thought back to how he met his wife. How they used to spend time together in highschool working on projects together. She would always be the smart one. That didn't change in all this time. The sky got darker and darker and the rain slowly began to stop. He was all sucked up into memories when his phone vibrated again. This time a text. That got him kinda worried. Normally his phone was very silent. Jason wanted to avoid an accident at any cost but when he peaked to his phone he couldn't really visualize what was written on the screen. He stopped the car to look closer and saw a number that he has never seen before. It was the same number that had called him like 10 minutes earlier. There was a sweat bead coming out of Jason's forehead. Normally his life is very ordinary. Nothing too crazy ever happens to him. Until this day...

To be continued. 

Chris