Sanity

5

"Wheeler." The voice was cold and yet sparky, like a firework which made me think heat...hot and cold feelings rushed through my body all at the same time.

"What do you really want Isaac." I said, almost pleading with him as hr continued to stand there, his feet slightly arched, he was standing on his toes, ready to sprint.

So Isaac...that was his name. I recognized him. I had never, though, said his name outright before in a memory and I grasped onto it like it was the last time I would ever hear it.

His hands were shaking.

I wanted to reach out to him, touch him, become connected again, but he pulled away. I felt a cry burry itself in my throat, threatening to push its way out. I held my breath and kept it down, to myself. I didn't want him to see me as weak.

He looked distressed too. "Just talk to me. Why do you want me to leave now?"

"You want to leave. You have always wanted to leave." He muttered almost in complete despair.

"You have never cared!" I reasoned. "There has never been anything in it for you before I guess..."

He looked t me, desperate, he grabbed my arm and pulled me close to him. I felt disgusted. I push him away. The disgust filled my heart and I saw him in a different light. The night was specifically dark. The lamp post beside us was the only thing casting light down on our little confrontation. He moved into the shadows and, for a second I thought he was gone.

"Isaac?" No answer. "Isaac? Don't leave me out here by myself!" I screamed, angry and utterly alone. There was no answer from him.

Suddenly there was a sound of an engine starting. The quick click and sputter of an engine roaring to life, I began to walk towards it. It was his truck.

"Don't you dare leave me out here in the dark!" I screamed at the dark body of the truck.

The parking lot that was besides the lamp post had a short metal gate surrounding it and I jumped over it in one bound. The bottom of my boot cut jeans caught on the edge of the wires that surrounded the top of the fence and I ignored the tearing sound.

He rolled down the window and looked t me with hopeful eyes. "I just want you to give me a ride home idiot." I yelled through towards his vehicle and he nodded, knowingly. He unlocked the passenger door and I jumped in, crossing my arms over my chest pulling my legs up onto the seat with me. I didn't even bother with the seat belt. We were too close to home to even bother with that.

I liked this. I liked how we could fight and still be civil enough to ride int he same car together. I mean the fact that I couldn't drive did kind of help, but that's besides the point. He knew his obligation and I reminded him of it often...he deserved that too.

The road from the general parking lot was about seven miles long. It went from the shopping center, where the only parking lot in our small town resided, to where the freeway exit was, the way out of here. My house was the other way...away from the exit, how ironic.

I had dreamed before, I think, about leaving that small town. Many times. There was an itch I got inside of me. Deep inside. The kind you get when you are sitting in class and the bell is about to ring. You know that if you can just wait five more minutes, thirty more seconds, three more seconds, then you will be free. However, I knew that my five minutes still weren't up. I would have to-

He jerked the wheel.

I wasn't expecting the sudden jolt and my arms were not ready for it either. I tried to get my arms out, my hands available to catch me, but I wasn't able to stop my head from slamming into the window beside me.