Almost Human (#Wattys2018)

Chapter 4

    As I pull up on to the highway, my favourite song 'Lowlife' comes on.
The beat is hard but that's what soothes me. It takes my mind off of her.

Instead, I think about the song.
I have to admit, The Weeknd did a really good job on-

My thoughts are cut as suddenly I'm sent hurling over the wheel and almost through the glass.

'Which retarded animal does that on a freaking highway?! ' I mutter, managing to maneuver my way through angry drivers.

I could've died.

Someone just bumped my car. Bumped? What am I saying?
Some idiot just slammed into my car!

My beautiful car.

Why?Why the - Once again, my chest slams against the steering wheel.
I waste no time to go over the speed limit. Looking on the rear-view mirror, I spot a blue Hyundai.

That's too much of a coincidence. It's too obvious.
Olivia.

She's tailing me at full speed.

Oh my God. She's finally lost it.

I see her eyes raging and her hair disheveled through the rear view mirror. I begin to take deep breaths.

I'm being chased by a maniac. Well that's an experience to remember.

Then she's at it again. She speeds straight through the middle of the road so she's at my side....maneuvering her way through cars going the other way.

Rolling down my window, I scream,
"PULL OVER!"

Sirens come on and soon, a police car is tailing us.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

There's nothing I can do as Olivia slams the side of her car against mine.

I wince at the impact.
Most cars have started pulling over, while brave people just sped up.

The funny thing is- if you can find the humor in my situation -is that if I stop, I could die and if I keep going, I may or may not die, but the cops will still get me, which I really think is worse.

Much worse.

I could get butt-raped in jail. Ew. God no.

I decide, if I'm going down, I won't go down without a fight.
At least the guy on the radio says so.

Olivia slams into me again, but this time, I slam back.

I'm not in a muscle car so the impact isn't enough, as she only moves about a foot away.
Gee, I've never been in one of these things before. If I survive it, it'll be one hell of a story.

I attempt to slam her car again, spotting a sickening smile on Olivia's face when my car basically taps hers.
Oh God. I should just speed off, but what then? This is a f get I'd rather not lose.

Especially to her.

"PULL YOUR VEHICLE OVER IMMEDIATELY!" The police cars loudspeaker blares.

I almost forgot about that.

If this road was empty, I would have been gone already but..... It is a highway.

If only I could tell the cop who exactly the criminal was. Olivia takes a chance and slams into me sending me to the edge of the highway. Almost over.

I can hear my heart pounding.
Nothing else.
Over the edge is thick bushes and trees.
The image of my body scattered across the grass bloody and gory sends me over the edge.

Not literally, though.

I get this sense of strength as the time stills. I feel....paramount. High even.
I believe if I'm going, I must go all the way.

At least the guy on the radio says so.

I stomp on the accelerator and send the car to the extreme left, sending her careening toward the oncoming traffic.

Shit again.

The livid expression on her face disappears. It's replaced with fear.

She stares at the car coming right at her.

Horns blare. Lights flash.
There's a loud crash. Two. Three? Three crashes.
I hear screaming. A lot of it.

Then everything gradually fades as I speed away.

She's gone.

I'm able to take the first turn that comes up. I don't see the police car behind me anymore.
I pray it stopped to aid the injured.

Or identify the dead.

I find it difficult to register the current situation. This can't be happening.
It just can't.

Olivia and some other innocent people are dead. And I killed them all. Me. Trent Hughes.

Class clown, footballer, murderer? No, that doesn't sound right.

But as of now, that's just about it.

I think this is the part where my life falls to shit.