[ WP ] You know the random driver in every action movie where the hero jumps in and orders to `` follow that car ! '' . Yup , that 's you . Every single time you 're trying to get anywhere .

**Figured I'll give my own prompt a shot for once. I'm writing in a hurry, so I apologize in advance if it's not eloquently formatted with long metaphors and a diverse vocabulary. But here goes... ** 
 
 Alright. Today I have a dentist's appointment. Simple enough, right? Just a quick 10 minute drive from my apartment to the dentist, but I made sure to leave the front door one hour in advance. Why? Well... 
 
 For a really long time now, I have had this thing... Some may call it a curse, some may call it fate, but I just call it shit luck. Every time I sit behind the wheel, some knobhead feels the need to jump into my backseat and order me to drive somewhere or follow someone. I ca n't refuse them because they always have a really good reason, but I just want to be left alone. For once... 
 
 Regardless, today will probably be no different. I swiftly pull out of the parking lot. A quick turn to the right and I soon find myself at the nearest red light. I thought I could make it if I was quick enough, but alas. Instead, I exhale and wait. *Please... * 
 
 As I'm about to put my seatbelt on, a black van drives with a loud roar straight past me and the red light. To match it, I just know that some idiot is running for my car in this very moment. I look in the rear view mirror and sure enough, there he is. His clothes are torn and he is wearing sunglasses. He holds out his hand, waving it at me and yelling something indecipherable. 
 
 I activate the locks and turn my head to the stoplight. *Come on... Come on... Switch already... No no no no no... * 
 
 `` DUDE! OPEN THE DOOR! COME ON! EMERGENCY!'' he is banging on my window now and frantically pulling the handle. *Craaap... * I sigh and unlock it. He pants and throws himself into my back seat. 
 
 `` Thanks, man! Follow that black van! Quickly!'' he exclaims and points wildly ahead in the vague, general direction of *forwards*. The light conveniently switches over to green and I gear up. I guess fate at least picked a decent and lucky driver, because whenever I go on one of these escapades I always seem to avoid the cops as well as other traffic... 
 
 `` Today's reason?'' I ask without as much as turning my head. 
 `` What?'' he stutters. 
 `` What's the situation?'' I clarify. 
 `` Well...'' he begins. 
 `` Wait, let me make some guesses.'' I begin as I make a sharp turn, slowly catching up to the black van. `` Someone was kidnapped... The world is in peril... The love of your life is leaving the country and you never told her how much you love her and want her to stay... Which is it?'' 
 ``... I do n't know.'' he concludes. 
 `` What?'' I am genuinely surprised. I have heard every possible reason several times over by now, but this one is new. 
 `` That guy knows.'' he points to the van ahead, `` I need to follow him. I just do.'' 
 
 Suddenly, the black van tries to make a sharp turn and loses control. I am taken by surprise and we crash into the side of the already quite beat up van. In this moment I also realize that I never had time to put my seatbelt on. I fly out the window and blackness engulfs me. 
 
 When I come to, it's a mess. I must have rolled quite some distance from my car, as I'm feeling the pain from scratches and rugburns through my clothes. Everything is so bright. In front of me lie a pair of sunglasses. *Whose were they? * I wonder. *What happened? Who am I? * I continue. Regardless, I put the sunglasses on to give me some clarity. *Who is that? * 
 
 A guy walks past me wearing my exact clothes, just as torn up, and he takes determined steps towards the black van a few feet away from me. `` This way'' he mumbles, `` *Must follow him... *'' 
 
 Unlike me, he is not wearing any sunglasses and in his face I see myself. He is me. How is this possible? He must know. Did he tell me to follow him? Regardless, he hops in the black van and drives off madly. *Fuck... I ca n't let him get away. * I think and run to the nearest car...
