I drove. I kept driving and I was blasting 2Pac's "Changes". I had adrenaline running through my veins. My phone kept vibrating and getting blown up by phone calls.
My father.
Or should I say my sperm donor.
It began to rain. I started to scream, but I could only hear myself.
I started to feel my own hear beat. My bpm matched my mph. I didn't feel how fast the car was going. I began to scare myself. I saw a faint reflection of myself in the rearview mirror.
My glass was too fogged and had too many raindrops. I was too distracted. It was too dark.
Crash.
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