She was just so sick of it. Here she was sitting in her least favorite class. It was a class she was only taking so she could graduate. It didn't even have anything to do with her major. She hated the teacher, the grading system, the other students, and even the subject. She didn't always hate language arts, but she definitely did now.
She was failing this class, mainly because of her lack of interest. Normally, she'd get the notes from someone else, someone smarter, later on. That's exactly what she was doing today too. She was ignoring her professor the whole time, busying herself with her newest plan, her plan to die.
She knew she wanted a way out, but she's always been the type of person to do things her own way. She was going to do it driving, so that way it'd take out her father's graduation present to her. He loved cars more than her so she knew this would hurt him. And the only reason he got her a car is so he wouldn't have to pay for the bus.
She made rules to make sure she did it right and actually went through with it. She thought out all of the different things that would become relevant once she started. She thought about her small bladder and ravenous stomach along with police effect on her plan.
Rule #1
All electronics, are to be left in my apartment. Katrina, her roommate, wouldn't notice her not coming back tonight anyways. Probably because she wouldn't necessarily be there at all tonight either. Another night of going home with a stranger she met at the club that night.
Rule #2
Pull over if a cop says to, because it'll be my last time driving anyways. It won't matter if she has a few tickets, because she'll be gone anyways. Honestly, she probably won't have many run-ins with cops, because the place she'd be driving doesn't normally have many people who drive down it.
Rule #3
If there's any traffic, I'll slow until it clears, then return to the speed I was at. Again, the road she's traveling on probably won't entail her having to stop, but it's always a possibility. So she needs to at least have a plan, in case it does.
Rule #4
If I needs to pee, I'm allowed to, but I'm not allowed to go off an exit. I have to stay on the main road and come across one. If she gets off an exit, there's more of a chance that she'll get distracted and go back. Also she'll have to slow down, and it'll take forever to get back on the main road. The more time she takes, the more chance she'll go back.
Rule #5
Food and drink are allowed, but only when I stops to pee. It's not like she'll need food when she's dead. So if she remembers while she's at a place, she can get it. If she doesn't remember it, then she doesn't really need it. It might be more comfortable for her to have food and water, but it's not necessary.
Rule #6
No going back. This is fairly obvious, but she needs to make a point to herself. She can't go back, because she's serious about doing this. She doesn't want to be a failure, and she can't fail. She doesn't want to be a coward, but she not only wants but truly needs a way out.
She wrote the rules down on a paper, and she crumpled it up. She squeezed the ball of paper as hard as she could manage, taking all of her anger out on it. This paper hasn't done anything, but it also doesn't feel pain. She opened the paper back up, and it was so crumpled and messy, but it still works. It nearly perfectly describes her current state. She has been crushed and crumpled by so many of the obstacles in her daily life. This was the defining moment that she was sure she would go through with it. Just looking at the paper and realizing she could relate to it too much. She shoves it in her bag and puts her things together waiting for dismissal from class.
The second the bell rang, she was ready to go. She walks to her car and quickly puts her stuff down. Shoving her key into the ignition and turning the car on, she's out of the parking lot in less than a minute. She's going quickly, because she doesn't want to lose her resolve. She lives about five minutes away from campus, but because of how fast she's going, it only takes her three.
She quickly grabs her stuff and leaves her keys in the car. She runs into a neighbor as she's rushing to her door, though. His name is Ethan and they don't talk much other than pleasantries every once and a while. She smiles, says hello, and doesn't rush the conversation, because she doesn't want her last impression with anyone to be bad. It's not a long conversation, even without her rushing.
She's in and out of her apartment very quickly. All she had to do was put down her school bag, and empty her pockets of any electronics. Knowing Katrina fairly well, she takes the piece of paper and throws it away in the trash can in her room. Katrina is nosy sometimes, and once in a while, she will lose something and look through everything. Except the trash, she never touches the trash, possible slight germaphobia, but also maybe just normal unwillingness to go through the trash. She decides she's done and leaves, because she doesn't have anything else to do. She almost thinks about writing Katrina a note along with notes for all her favorite people (all 1 of them). Katrina wouldn't be one of those favorite people, but Jade still would've written her a note. She didn't feel like it. She knew it'd make her cry too, so she just decided against it, and rushed back out.
She hopped in her car and blasted the radio. She was on her way to the road she'd stay on for roughly six hours. She was on a mission, a mission she'd accepted. A mission to die.
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105 Miles Per Hour
Short Story**TRIGGER WARING: CONTAINS DEATH** Jade had decided exactly what she was going to do. She decided that she was going to go through with it too. She even made rules so she wouldn't give up. She was going to make it to 105 miles per hour, but she was...
