I run into my car quickly, starting the engine as fast as I can. As soon as I'm out of the drive way I'm racing down the street, I can't see since the rain is blinding. But I don't care. I need out, I don't care were I'm going I just need to escape. I push the pedal as far as it will go, I don't know where I'm going, I'll just drive until I run out of gas. I watch the speedometer slowly pass 70 and I'm still going. Wherever I end up is where my new life begins.
I need to escape, escape from the place I called home, I couldn't take my mom's constant drug use. I couldn't take the fact she brought home strange men every night or when they were done with her and she had been passed out on the couch and they'd sneak their way into my room, forcing me to do what they please. I couldn't take any more of it. The razor stopped doing its job. The tears had run out. And I had no choice but to leave. I was surprised I lasted this long.
I squinted and sat closer to the windshield trying to see, but the rain just poured from the dark clouds above. I'm glad we lived in such a small town were their would be no one in the streets, I continued speeding down the highway. I reached the city limits but kept going. About after two hours of driving, and me in the middle of no were, only stopping for gas. My car began to shake. I knew it wouldn't make it all the way but I hoped it make it farther. I just continued pressing the peddle down harder. This was not a good idea especially with the roads slick with water. I didn't care. If I die, I die. I suddenly lost control and when I tried to regain it, I fell into a pit of emptiness. Nothing. I felt nothing nor heard anything. I hope I died. Then Blank.
