in my mind

I am walking along d road on a street i can't recognise, its dark the dead of the night i guess and im all alone in nothiness, houses without lights looking wornout and desolate apart from that every other place is empty, the only light comes from a street light a few blocks ahead, and the weather is quite chilly. i am scared but i keep walking more from the fear than anything else all of a sudden i see a car not far ahead, i run towards it more out of hope than fright i get to it and i try hard to bite down the scream about to come out of my lips, the car is rusty and old, there's blood spluttered on the glasses, the plate number is rusty i dont know the make of it, but it looks centuries old, i want to turn away but i also want to see whats inside, so i open the door of then car, and its such a stark contrast from the outside, its clean and modern and smells of leather, there is a ceramic figurine in the backseat, it looks so delicate and beautiful i reach out to touch it and hold it, then i hear my name loud and clear and its my friends trying to call me back into a boring conversation ( or rather not so boring ) about my crush