I was going down the highway. Something about 11 AM leaves the 408 completely empty. The speed limit was 60 but I was nearing 80.
85...90...95...100...
I kept it steady at 100mph, my little Honda Civic groaned. Keeping one hand on the wheel I reached into the center console searching for my medication. I found my bottle and counted how many I had left. Eight red pills, eight blue and white ones.
I popped two of each into my mouth and swallowed them dry. I started to wonder if Anti-Anxiety Medication and pain pills are safe to mix like that, but I don't really care at this point. 105.
A small blue car was up ahead of me. The Blue PT Cruiser was going maybe 55. I blasted my music up louder letting the pounding chorus of "Fake It" by Seether rattle the car. As I passed the PT I looked over at the driver, an old man, who had a look of terror and shock on his face watching me pass by.
I speed past the exit that goes toward my house, guess I'm not going home. Continuing down 408 I realize if I go too far I'll leave the state. Grumbling I slow down and take the next exit, turning down my music. I follow that road until I find somewhere to turn off into the woods.
I cut the engine and take out my cell phone. Making sure I have a few bars left I send a text over to Max.
Meet me in the woods after school? I need a day off.
My shoes were already caked in mud from exiting the car, it must have rained. I shoulder my backpack and head down the trail leading to the only place I ever like to be. The buzzing in my head was calling for sleep, I guess the wait won't be too long.
