The Promise of You and I

15. Follow the Sparks I'll Drive

Edited by: grecya14

15. Follow the Sparks I'll Drive

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I sat at the kitchen table and watched 5 hours tick by on the oven clock as the coffee I made turned ice cold. I sip it anyways because it has 200mg of green coffee bean extract, an appetite suppressant.

The taste isn't great, so I get up to get more water. However, when I stand, my eyes blackout and I fall back onto my chair. Whether it's the lack of food in my system or how tired I am, I know I have to get going for the day. I try to stand again, and am successful this time.

I mope to the kitchen sink and dump the remaining contents of my mug into the sink. It leaves brown smudge marks all over the rim of the cup, but I decided that's a problem for later.

Looking out the window, I notice that the sun never rose. It was a complete over-casted day. The angry clouds looked ready to pour rain.

Crawling up the stairs, I contemplate my plans for today. I don't want to see anyone today and I need to get groceries to just in case my mom checks how much I used of the money she left me for the next couple weeks.

To the Target on the other side of town it is.

Reaching my room, I throw on a loose white tank top and an oversized gray knitted sweater with a hood paired with plain black leggings. My hightop converse wait for me to slide them on by the front door.

The 45 minute drive is almost relaxing. I play cello suites on my bluetooth radio and hum along with them while mindlessly following the road to Target.

I park in the back of the farthest row from the doors. A few extra steps never hurt.

As I suspected, I don't see anyone from school. I run around the store picking up: various fruits, flavored water, coffee k-cups, oatmeal, applesauce and a few other items before going through the self checkout line.

$32.41. I suppose that is good enough, considering she thinks I will eat her leftovers from the past week.

My groceries barely fill two of the red reusable bags, so I leave the cart in the entryway and begin the trek back to my car. It feels longer with the bags weighing me down.

A loud clap of thunder jolts me as I reached for my car door. No rain yet, but it was on its way. I quickly slide in and gently place my bags on the passenger seat.

I take a few breaths, rest my hands on the steering wheel, and look at the filling parking lot, people watching.

A clearly exhausted mother pulling her crying toddler out of a silver minivan, an old couple slowly making their way to the closest door to their handicap parking space.
Everyone in their own little worlds.

SMASH

I am jolted forward into the steering wheel just as I hear glass breaking.

Fucking great. Just Fucking great. Someone just wrecked my damn car.

Rubbing my forehead where I hit my head on the wheel, I go to get out of my car to assess the damage.

My trunk is now popped open and badly dented, and somehow my back tires are flat. My right taillight is completely shattered. Un-drivable. At least for today.

I look at the jet black Lincoln that is now almost totaled. It didn't seem like that bad of an accident, but the damage says otherwise... Its trunk is dented as well. The back windshield is shattered, too. Un-drivable.

I walk calmly to the drivers side of the Lincoln to ask the driver if they are alright. When the drivers door pops open, I freeze.

It's Cory.