Broken

Chapter 14

Song - Twenty One Pilots~ Car Radio

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong?"

After Jack had found me he helped me up, he didn't question me and brought me out to his car.

"You can tell me you know?" he said gently.

I was still shocked that of all people I was sitting beside a six foot sallow, dark-haired boy I hardly knew.

Some how I felt like I could tell him anything.

And I did.

I told him everything.

About moving to St. Anthonys, and my mom and how I was staying with Sam and Brian.

I wasn't afraid to cry anymore. I let my tears roll down my face without stopping them as I spilled my thoughts out.

Jack sat silently listening to everything I said.

I finished and sunk back into my seat and sighed, exhausted.

He looked over at me wiping away my tears, I smiled gratefully at him.

"I know what you need" Jack said simply.

He stared the engine and put on his sun glasses.

I looked over confusedly at him and he just smiled looking in front of him as he drove out of the car park.

-

I didn't ask him what he was doing, where we were going.

It was exactly what I needed.

I needed to stop the thoughts.

I was permanently moving away from the only place that I called home. I would loose all my friends, distant from everything I had been happy and content with.

Leaving my high school abandoning my friends and most importantly Eva.

Eva.

How would I even begin to tell her?

We drove for miles, blaring the music loudly with the roof open.

It was exactly what I needed.

To drive and forgot about things and listen to good music as we drive off in any direction.

We weren't going anywhere, but away and the thought comforted me, that we were driving away into oblivion.

I felt like I didn't care anymore.

My hair whipped wildly in the wind and Jack exhilarated, speeding faster and faster.

I held tightly onto the sides of the car and rose from my seat.

I felt the strong breeze against my face and Jacks hand pressed tightly against my leg to keep me balanced.

I smiled spreading my arms out and above my head, soaring above me.

I felt breathless, infinite.

My problems diminished and I forgot about everything for a while.

Jack was pounding out the beat on the steering wheel, his steady hands rose and fell in synchronisation.

And we were singing, screaming on the top of our lungs.

Laughing and roaring out the lyrics into the wind, felling the fresh air against my tongue.

The car was moving at the force of our bodies bouncing up and down in our seats.

I looked out at the highway, the sun beating down on my face.