some random angst thing i wrote

The Highway.

Running down the stairs, missing a few, Gerard dangled his keys and unlocked his car. He ran out, accidentally slamming the door behind him. He froze, the slam echoing throughout the quiet and dark neighborhood. Yet that didn't stop him. Jumping into his car, he struggled starting the car by missing the keyhole a few times. Once he got it started, he backed out of the driveway, speeding down the road. He was trembling, and his thoughts were screaming. He turned on the radio to at least quiet down some of his thoughts, but that didn't work that well. Gerard reached into his pocket and lit a cigarette, quickly shoving it on the side of his mouth. He felt stray tears stream down his face as soon as he drifted onto the highway. He watched his speedometer slowly pick up on numbers;

50...

60...

70...

The highway was pretty much empty, and he had no care in the world right now. He just wanted to get to his destination.

The bar.