Still driving.
She was supposed to be in Hemmford an hour ago, but for some reason, she felt the need to stop a couple towns back. It was almost as if she had to be at Hemmford at a certain time. Weird.
She was sure the steering wheel would crumble due to how hard she was gripping it. Memories of cars colliding into her filled her thoughts, she couldn't shake them away, no matter how hard she tried. Unlike the previous day, she felt no trace of sleepiness. She was completely awake.
There was a car on the side of the road.
It was the first car that collided into her the previous day.
The driver sat in the front; he looked as if he was sleeping. His brown hair draped over his eyes, blocking out anything in his sight.
Her hand coiled back as a burning sensation filled her wrist. When she looked down, three black numbers had been somehow tattooed onto her it.
3:54
That was the time the cars collided into her.
Something told her she had to pull over next to the car. She didn't know what it was, it seemed like instinct, but it was almost a small voice, completely indistinguishable. She knew what she had to do.
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