You Look Lonely - F1

intro

January 6th, 5 years prior

It was pouring rain, the tires of my car were slippery and the windscreen wipers battled wildly from left to right.

I need to clear my mind.

The city felt deserted, and the dim street lights casted long shadows on the drenched asphalt, "Spanish Sahara" played loudly from the speakers, blending the soft sound of Mears's voice with my painful sobs and choked gasps.

I brushed away tears with the back of my hand. I couldn't make out the difference between the raindrops scratching my cheeks and the teardrops falling from my eyes.

I had spent the evening curled up on the ground like a heap of dust, my mind involuntarily drawn towards the past, unwelcome memories emerging from the abyss.

I need to run away.

I had felt the walls shrink as I crawled out of the house. My lungs were aching for oxygen and, as the frozen night air hit me, a surge of panicked adrenaline propelled me towards the garage.

My past was haunting me and I, once again, was alone.

The engine roared to like as I sped aimlessly, the road being as empty as my insides. I felt nothing and everything at the same time, energy flowing through my fingertips and mind whirling endlessly.

Beneath the melody on the radio, I could hear echoes of mocking laughter from old classmates, sharp words of people I trusted, and the constant fighting between my parents.

Squinting, I pressed harder on the gas pedal, a primal scream clawing its way from the back of my throat.

I need to stop this.

Drowned by my own self, I wanted my blood cleansed from the ghosts of my past, to start from scratch. My own hands were suffocating me, I was trapped in one of those dreams were legs fail to run.

I need this to end.

Two huge beams of light blinded me and clearness awoke. A loud tyre schreech made my teeth ache and I narrowed my shoulders in instict, lowering my head.

I managed to turn the steering wheel just in time, all the strength in my body flowing through the foot I pushed on the brake. The rain and the wind brushed my cheeks and a shiver violently ran down my spine.

The car made a half-spin and came to an alt in the middle of the road, the smell of dampness and burnt rubber invaded my nostrils. I could feel, taste, and sense everything once again, the panic escaping my body after the near miss . I let out a startled breath, raindrops drumming steadily on the windshield.

Clutching and releasing my fists, a tingling sensation spread from my palm. The roughness of my skin made a friction and I bit the inside of my cheek, blood-flavoured saliva slowly working his way on my tongue.

A door slammed, snapping my attention to my surroundings. I held my breath: a car was mere inches from my passenger side and a tall black shadow blurred between the pouring rain.

Someone, a man, hurried towards me.

I quickly unbuckled my seat belt, as an alarm rang in my head, and I held my house keys between my fingers. The cold metal grazed my skin lightly and I frantically searched for my phone with the other hand. I readied myself for danger.

The shadow approached my rolled-down window, his feet splashing in the rain puddles, and his identity was slowly revealed.

His clothes were soaking wet and the palms of his hands were held high, as in meaning no harm. A pair of eyes came in sight. A dark brown, doe-shaped, pair of eyes, studying me worryingly.

Though seemingly harmless, I didn't dare let my guard down.

He inspected my face like a child hunting a four-leaf clover in the grass. Then he gulped, his Adam's apple moving up and down his throat.

"Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?" he whispered, his warm voice slicing through the chilling silence.

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Thank you for reaching the end of the introduction, hopefully I'll see you in the next few chapters, love u all and thank you again for your attention!

Byeee

xoxo

-Marla