Cupcake.

Mike awoke to the sound of a girl crying. He was unsure as to how he had gotten behind the steering wheel of his '92 Taurus. He peered through his shattered windshield to see who it was that was crying. He could see nothing beyond the narrow road illuminated by his headlamps. There was complete darkness. His shaking hands fumbled with his seat belt until it unbuckled. Not noticing the seatbelt was holding his fragile state up, he fell awkwardly out of the vehicle hitting the asphalt with his ribs knocking the wind out of him. He stared at the steam rising from his lungs while he caught his breath. Beyond. In the darkness. A girl is crying.

"Hello?", he yelled into the darkness. He wasn't sure if he hit someone or not. He willed himself to his feet where the rush of blood made him faint for a moment. Gathering himself, he retrieved an emergency flashlight he kept in the trunk of his auto-mobile. Briefly examining the damage to his car before returning his attention to the girl who was crying.

"Fuck.", he whispered to himself. Disappointed in the dawning realisation of the dire circumstances he found himself. He hit someone with his car. He checked his cell phone for reception and found the no signal indicator flashing through the cracked lcd screen.

"Hello? Where are you?", he yelled shuffling towards the dim light from his flashlight which lit his path. Mike scanned the edges of the road where only the tall grass swayed gently in the wind which smelled of evergreens. He touched his upper lip and noticed it was covered with blood. As he tasted the salt he glimpsed a human figure in the periphery of his vision.

Mike aimed his flashlight. Nothing was there. "Hello?" he repeated. The crying stopped. "Hello?" He listened for a response but it was silent. Mike felt like like he was being toyed with by some prankster.

"You are not being toyed with. At least, not yet.", came the girls voice from behind him.

beep beep beep beep beep beep

"What's that noise?" Mike was thrust in a blink of consciousness to a strange bright place. He peered into a yellow tinted light. "Am I dead?", he thought. Unlike the stories he had heard that described the tunnel with a soothing light, this bright light was not soothing. In fact it hurt his head.

"Mike? Can you wiggle your toes?", asked a silouhetted figure diverting Mike's attention.

"What?" Mike said while wiggling his toes.

"He is talking that is a good sign. Mike I am Dr. Weizmann I need you to stay still, you were in a car wreck. Do you understand?"

"What happened to the girl, is she okay?", Mike said, repeating himself several times to clear the hoarseness of his voice.

"What girl? Mike you are in St. Petersurg Hospital. You were in a serious car wreck.", replied Dr. Weizmann.

"I know I was in a car wreck I. was.. aski...", Mike was unable to find the words he needed to communicate. He pondered what was words were eluding him and he found the he could not ponder. He tried to speak again but it was gibberish. The light of the room became brighter as his eyes dilated. He sank away from the scene, like iron falling into the ocean. While his body was in pieces, he was floating in a pool of weak fragmented thoughts.

Dr. Weizmann, an ER doctor for 10 years, seen this pattern of degradation before from other's in serious wrecks. He responded quickly. "We are losing him! We got to relieve the intra-cranial pressure! Get me the drill. Mike I am going to drill a hole through your skull to relieve the pressure from your brain swelling. Do you understand me? He is out, start the drill."

Whhrrrrrr!!!!

"Sounds like a drill", Mike thought as he watched the television.

Those TLC shows that showed graphic operations made Mike sick to the stomach. Unable to watch any longer, he clicked through the channels to find another program.

"Fucking re-runs. A thousand channels but nothing on." Mike muttered as he surfed the channels. Familiar shows too boring to watch again passed by his eyes.

He stopped on a horror movie.

I think I started this movie before and never finished watching it.

"You aren't being toyed with. At least, not yet! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!", was the voice of who sounded like a witch, cackling, in the tiny sound the television's speakers produced.

Run you stupid son of a bitch. These movies are so predictable, Mike thought on the verge of flipping the channel.

The male protagonist in the film, a befuddled goof of a man, appeared startled as, indeed a witch walked into view.

"What do we have here? A tender little cupcake? Sprinkled with candy to make you sweeter than sweet. I will eat you for desert! Ha ha ha ha ha!", said the witch, with a campy overacting quality to her performance.

This is corny.

"Wha wha why would you wa wa want to eat me for?, said the befuddled man.

"For your soul! Ha ha ha ha ha!"

This is shit.

Mike turned off the TV just as the witch was cutting into the man's scalp with her fingernails.

"Now what? What time is it?" Mike glanced at his watch. His watch pointed to midnight.