Page 172 of We Are Yours
My actions.
My fucking life…
I flew by car after car through every intersection. My foot was heavy on the gas pedal, going faster and faster until everything I sped by was simply one big blur. I switched lanes, dodging and barely missing the vehicles in my way. Horns blared from every direction, but they didn’t stop me.
I took a sharp left onto a back street, causing my car to fishtail. My tires kicked up gravel as I took a curve.
“Motherfucker!” I roared until my throat felt raw and my chest burned. I slammed my fists into the steering wheel.
Sixty-five miles per hour…
Seventy…
Eighty…
Eighty-five…
Ninety…
Ninety-five miles per hour…
Breaking triple digits…
Another sharp turn, another curve, another hill.
Faster…
Faster…
Faster…
I needed to slow down, but I couldn’t. The adrenaline of what I wanted to feel kicked in.
The high.
I rode the euphoria, needing something, anything other than what I was feeling.
Emptiness.
Darkness.
Engulfing. Me.
Burying me alive.
Faster and faster and faster, I sped.
A hundred and ten miles per hour…
One fifteen…
She. Is. Mine.
I slammed on the brakes, skidding across the pavement and spinning out of control. Whipping around into several three-sixties, along with all our memories tossing and turning, I just held on with wide eyes.
All I could smell was rubber.
Gasoline.
