My Thoughts

The Bumpier Ride

She sits in the seat next to me. Her eyes split open like a rabbit being swarmed by wolves. She turns to me and she grabs my shirt. Her voice attempts to make sense of what happened. I tried to get rid of us. She turns back forward and her grip loosens. A slow sigh escapes from her mouth and I hear the tapping of her tears awaiting an answer, impatiently hitting against the chair. She falls back into the discomfort of the same seat she's been in since we left a few days ago. My hand raises shakily and turns the ignition. The engine revs... Smoke rises and clouds out view. How is this happening?

My heart starts to pump and my body kicks into overdrive. On my last few breaths and my last sliver of energy. The only sound accompanying me is the tear drops. My foot lays down on the accelerate. The engine grumbles at me and the wheels drag the metal carcass across the dust underneath us. My head slowly clears of mind and I see clearly. Almost as though I can see though the smoke. I look over at her for a moment and her eyes are blank, imitating the dead body she reminds me of. Her lips quiver slowly as she realises what's happening. She opens the window to the side of her. Her eyes drift across to the window, not a word muttered from her lips. How is this happening?

A smirk slides onto my mouth. I lick the blood out the gash that's been sitting in my mouth. I clear my throat and my hands tap along to the same sad song. Over, and over. How haven't we hit anything. My hands leave the steering wheel and I slam the break. I push the door open and crawl out of the cage. My arms sit at my side as I move round the car. I open her door and I open the hood. Smoke bursts out and flames escapes and screams. She scrambles out the car and his the ground. I walk round the back of the car and climb up on top. I put a hand out and she climbs up. I sit with her next to me.

I know your sick of it but I'm sorry