Eric Fomley

I don't know where else to put this, so I'm writing it here.

Chief says I have to process through what I saw before he'll bring me back to work.

My therapist says that sometimes writing things down can help the brain process through certain experiences, like putting it on paper will make it any more distant from my mind or any less terrifying.

There's nothing I seem to be able to do to get it out of my head.

I can't sleep at night.

Sometimes during the day I see or hear it.

And it's the hearing it that's worse.

I'm going to give this my best go, though I still think I'll sound a little crazy.

Just bear with me and maybe this will help me let go of some of what happened that day.

The stress from work is what Chief calls it.

But I'd take stress over this any fucking day.

The yellow Chevy Cobalt blew a stop sign.

That's how it started.

I was sitting across the street at the gas station catching up on reports.

I happened to look up and see it.

I flicked on my lights and pulled out behind it.

The Chevy seemed to speed up at first.

I thought I might have a runner, but soon it started slowing down before pulling off the road in front of an old factory.

I ran the plates and nothing came back funny.

Everything was up to date.