Going Viral

Sirens

That fat Asian bitch called the cops.

A cop car sped, sirens blaring, in our direction.

I didn't even think.

I put the car in reverse, slamming on the gas.

"What are you doing!" Adam punched me in the arm. It didn't hurt, he had a good reason to.

The car launched backwards, the kid whined a bit as I sped in the opposite direction. I grabbed the steering wheel, pulling as hard as I could pull could to the left, throwing the front of the car 180 degrees, facing the other direction.

I didn't think that would work.

I gassed it, Adam looked back through the rear window.

"Alex! You need to pull over!"

"Shut up! Both of you!" I tried as hard as I could to focus, staring through the windshield, the cop wasn't that far from us, and I gained some ground doing that little maneuver I've only been able to pull off playing Grand Theft Auto long ago. I tried to press the pedal as hard as I could to the floor, Adam still sat back tense, looking back through the rear window.

We had this.

All I had to do was get downtown, hide in one of the billions of parking garages, let this die down, drop the kid back off at home, and wer—

The sound of merging metal.

I didn't think I had my eyes off the road that long, but I felt twisted, churning, the car spun than came to a violent stop, wedging itself between two other cars in stopped at a stop light in front of us.

It was quiet, the car clicked. I tried opening my eyes to make sense of what happened, Adam held his head, the kid cried a little harder. I looked through the rear windshield, a car rested in the middle of the street, the owner, I guess, old guy holding his head, looking back at me.

Adam tried to open the passenger side door.

Nothing.

"Dude, it won't open."

The siren now was sirens, they came in all different directions.

I tried to open my door.

Nothing.

I tried again.

Nothing.

A strange aroma filled the far for a second, Adam smelled it too, but before we both could even word what we smelled, I felt it.

Heat.

From underneath, Adam struggled with the door.

"Fuck dude! Fuck! The car is on fire! We're trapped!"

I struggled with the door too, both doors against the two other cars, we both struggled. 

This couldn't be happening.

"This cant be happening! Why did I listen to you!" Adam struggled, pounding, trying to break the glass. "Why did I listen to you! Now I have to die! I have to die now, Alex! You fucking asshole!"

Adam continued to fight against the door. 

Nothing.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

The kid started to scream now, the heat continued to crawl into the car. Outside I heard people gathering, watching.

And this is how I die.

In a car, with my best friend, and some kid I don't even know.

I stopped the pounding on the window. 

"I'm sorry Adam."

"What?"

"I'm sorry," I turned to him, pleading with my eyes, the smoke now slowly crawled into the car as well, the kid in the back seat coughed. "I'm sorry."

"I'll never forgive you for this." Adam said, he stopped his pounding, accepting the flames now around him. I saw the flames catch onto the other two cars. 

We're trapped. And very fucked.

The kid screamed louder. Which didn't help.

Adam started pounding on the window again, harder and harder.

Nothing.

More and more noises from outside, I couldn't help but scream.

"Help! Help!"

At that moment footsteps trailed up the car, and above through the moon roof a police officer, his foot came down, smashing the window open.

"Come on!" He said reaching inside.

Adam grabbed the kid first, helping him out, I turned to help, but.

My seat belt.

I struggled, trying to release myself from it. It was locked, jammed, something. I couldn't move.

"Adam, I can't move."

Adam unclicked his seat belt, letting the officer pull, helping him out.

"Adam! I can't move!"

Adam's feet disappeared, the cop leaped of the car, the flames now almost consumed the entire car.

Oh, so it's just me who dies.

I sat back in the seat, resting my head. This is it I guess. This is how it ends. 

 I just wanted to be famous. 

The smoke was thicker now.

And through the smoke, and the fire, I saw figures standing together, gathered, holding their cellphones, talking, all of them.

 About to film my death.