I drove fast and didn't barely paid attention to the road. I was covered in blood and everything smelt like smoke. The sky was grey and rain had stopped while I have Seth a proper burial.
For the past hour I had been driving in a random direction and had no idea where I was going. To my right was a tall cliff that acted like a wall and to my left was a large field. My bag sat in the passengers seat from where I had pulled out the small notebook full of numbers and debated calling Clarke but I couldn't think of any words to say.
So I just drove recklessly down an unknown road. My eyes were dry, and I had no more tears left to cry so I sat there feeling too many emotions to put into words. The suddenly I was angry. I was so angry and it pulsed through every vein in my body and took over. I put more pressure on the gas and increased my speed. The road was still wet from yesterday and the car slid.
Right into a tree.
I had managed to hit the one tree on the side full of fields. There was a town right across from me that was probably half a mile away. My head hurt and I had a small cut from smashing my head into the windshield along with a split lip. Getting out of the car slowly (and rather painfully, I notice the hood was smoking.
Just my luck.
The anger still hadn't left. I had managed to hurt or kill everyone. Even this damned car. Suddenly I hated this car. It would never have any problems like I did. There was a large metal pipe that sat near the base of the tree. I picked it up in my right hand before examining my left arm.
A few inches above my wrist was where I assumed the fracture was, as that was where it was the most swollen and bruised.
The pipe rolled around in my hand before I gripped it tightly. I could feel all the bumps from the rust that coved it.
Then I was smashing the car. The pipe made small dent or scratched but nothing that made a big deal. I directed my attention to the windshield and began to swing at that.
Each swing was for something.
My parent.
Sam and Dean.
Trent.
Seth.
Some Angels.
My mom.
God.
And then I was just hitting it.
It hadn't broke yet considering I was really only using on arm.
I stopped for a moment and stared while breathing heavily. Tears streamed down my cheeks but I was silent.
The sound of a car began to become louder and louder. It came into view and my heart stopped. The passenger pointed at the car and the driver glanced at the car. Not me. Their eyes went wide as they drove past and saw me before the started turning around.
But I was already running towards the town with my bag hanging over my shoulder. They began to call my name but I ran. I ran as fast as I could from the black Impala.
