Over Load

Prologue

Picture of Cristina ^^^

Prologue

The road is completely dark aside from the flaring blue and red lights tailing my car. Or rather, tailing Chief Parkwood’s duty wagon…

The thick smoke swims around in the small compartment of the car, the sweet smell fills my nostrils and I stop myself from gagging. Hopefully, to all the users of marijuana, it tastes better when one actually smokes it instead of inhaling the smoke from a poorly constructed joint.   

I keep an eye on the road while attempting to open the bottle of rum in my lap. This I also stole from my stepfather and I will no doubt be punished for the intrusion if my plan fails. Although, I’m pretty sure that the two pissed off officers chasing me will ensure I am arrested and charged.

I’m counting on it.

Finally, the bottle is open and I take a large gulp. The liquid burns a path down to my stomach and I quickly take another swig of it before I lose my bravery.

The police cruiser is gaining on me, since I'm struggling to keep control of the car and drink at the same time. Maybe I should have taken a smaller bottle?

Ahead of me the highway is starting to show some signs of life and I decide it’s time to end my little joy ride. Scoping the area, I target a large tree on the side of the road.

Please, Cris, don’t kill us tonight.

I grip the bottle tightly, yank the steering wheel in the tree’s direction and let go. Neither my hands nor my feet are now in control of the wild car as it spins across the road.

I’m too scared to watch my own downfall and decide to swallow some more rum to cool my nerves. A moment after I remove the bottle from my lips, the passenger side of my car is crushed against the tree. I’m jerk forward with the impact and hit my head quite hard on the wheel.

Before I can shake the sudden dizziness, my door is yanked open and one very displeased officer shows his face. Dutifully, yet reluctantly, he checks that I am not too injured to move before he drags me out of the car. The movement causes my world to tilt dangerously.

I’m not sure whether it’s the rum, marijuana or the crash that turns my world upside down, but from the looks of the agitated officers I’m in for a load of shit.

I hope this works, Ophelia…

A/N
I know the prologue is a bit short and I'm not completely pleased with it, but it's a first draft so it won't be perfect.  But please feel free to point out any errors.
The next chapter will be longer, I promise.