kylr647
11-05-2015, 03:30 PM
The early morning darkness welcomes me into her arms, pure black. I sit in my beat-up, dark blue sedan. The engine rumbles beneath me as I sit and stare at my closed garage door. A cigarette in my right hand, window cracked, I have the radio on to restrain my thoughts, attempting to break from the bondage of my self-control.
It doesn’t work.
An image of their sweaty bodies explodes into my head, a mushroom cloud of lingering pain, emotions I hate. Anger, pity, envy all swell in my chest, a rising tide of hatred I can’t drown out. I clench the steering wheel with my left hand until my knuckles are white. Take a hit of the cigarette I’m holding. I don’t smoke, but it’s something that takes my mind off the pain, if only for a second.
My throat closes, I’m suffocating on the inside. I switch my transmission into reverse and peel out of the dark driveway. Streetlights illuminate the few tears that dot my reddened face as I pull onto a busy road. But not this time of night, not on a Wednesday. I see no other travelers, I’m alone on this journey. Alone.
Thoughts cross my mind. I am physically numb. Why? How? I pass a fast food restaurant, single customer in the drive-thru. I pass a car lot, bright lights stare, deterring any potential robbers. I pull onto a beaten, county road. Drive. I transition my focus to the pavement ahead.
My eyes drift to the infidelity. I see them, bodies intertwined passionately. My broken knuckles throb as I strangle the steering wheel, fingernails digging into the soft, withered grips. Pavement still in front of me, I drive.
The engine coughs, keeping up with my teasing toes. I scream, pathetically, but no soul is there to hear. Nobody to listen. What a mess, I sheepishly say to myself. How can you do this? I smile at what was once a happy memory. I let you slip through the cracks. I didn’t push myself hard enough. As blame caresses my cheek, I swallow my pride. Hard.
My calf burns, pushing into the gas pedal. My heart races. My lip trembles from carrying the weight of heartbreak. I dare not glance at how fast I am going. Closed eyes, I think of the betrayal. A slight turn of the wheel, less than a second’s time and I’m headfirst through my windshield, splitting open, bones crack. Blood. But no more pain. Black embraces me into her arms.
I plan on adding to this, more perspectives on how my character's death affects the people around him. Thoughts and comments are welcome.
It doesn’t work.
An image of their sweaty bodies explodes into my head, a mushroom cloud of lingering pain, emotions I hate. Anger, pity, envy all swell in my chest, a rising tide of hatred I can’t drown out. I clench the steering wheel with my left hand until my knuckles are white. Take a hit of the cigarette I’m holding. I don’t smoke, but it’s something that takes my mind off the pain, if only for a second.
My throat closes, I’m suffocating on the inside. I switch my transmission into reverse and peel out of the dark driveway. Streetlights illuminate the few tears that dot my reddened face as I pull onto a busy road. But not this time of night, not on a Wednesday. I see no other travelers, I’m alone on this journey. Alone.
Thoughts cross my mind. I am physically numb. Why? How? I pass a fast food restaurant, single customer in the drive-thru. I pass a car lot, bright lights stare, deterring any potential robbers. I pull onto a beaten, county road. Drive. I transition my focus to the pavement ahead.
My eyes drift to the infidelity. I see them, bodies intertwined passionately. My broken knuckles throb as I strangle the steering wheel, fingernails digging into the soft, withered grips. Pavement still in front of me, I drive.
The engine coughs, keeping up with my teasing toes. I scream, pathetically, but no soul is there to hear. Nobody to listen. What a mess, I sheepishly say to myself. How can you do this? I smile at what was once a happy memory. I let you slip through the cracks. I didn’t push myself hard enough. As blame caresses my cheek, I swallow my pride. Hard.
My calf burns, pushing into the gas pedal. My heart races. My lip trembles from carrying the weight of heartbreak. I dare not glance at how fast I am going. Closed eyes, I think of the betrayal. A slight turn of the wheel, less than a second’s time and I’m headfirst through my windshield, splitting open, bones crack. Blood. But no more pain. Black embraces me into her arms.
I plan on adding to this, more perspectives on how my character's death affects the people around him. Thoughts and comments are welcome.