She always said that i'd die in my car, of course she meant by the way i drive normally she never would have expected this. As I approach the hill I shut off and laugh slightly "I wont be needing these now." I push the petal slightly harder feeling the engine roar i stomped the gas in anger and sadness. My steering was off I studied the amber glass bottle in my console one of the other things she protested against me doing was drinking my family had a history of alcoholism. I blast the radio and tuned it to our local station. The first curve came up and I slid my car around the tires screeched as i was greeted to the smell of burning rubber. Not sure whether it was the alcohol or the smell but something was purely intoxicating about the situation. As my car peeked and started its ascension down the other half I stare at my goal a pair of headlights in the distance. Four big bars and a roof rack I went into 5th gear. The distance closed fast i switched lanes big guy didn't know what was coming. I pass out and come to by the sound of my cars radio. Tonight local teen Kira Knighthall was found dead in her bedroom. "I'll be seeing you soon dear." I studied the ring on my left ring finger until I finally saw her again.
