New Beginnings

Impossible Wishes

MIDORIYA'S POV

I drove seven hundred and four miles before my car was officially out of fuel—gas and electric charge. I have no clue where the hell I am or where the nearest gas station or charge station is. My phone was in pieces back at home, and I had nothing. I just drove until I couldn't anymore. I stopped crying about four hours in. Then I got angry. Another four hours in, I felt numb. I still do.

I left everything behind, only bringing what was in my pockets. I know I have some cash, but it isn't that much. If I remember correctly, I have a blanket, a coat in the trunk, and some water and granola bars. I was always paranoid I would break down, so I always made sure to have a little something in my car.

With a sigh, I turned my hazards on before popping my trunk and getting out of my car. I don't know where I went precisely, but I know I drove far enough away to escape the downpouring rain all the time.

After soaking in the sun and enjoying the light breeze for a few moments, I walked to the trunk of my car, lifting it open. The first thing I saw was the orange cone set I bought a while back. I grabbed two cones and placed them a few feet from my trunk before returning.

Next, I shuffled through until I found the small box of granola bars. I grabbed one and shoved it into my pocket before opening a water bottle, practically downing the entire thing. I didn't stop once on my ten-and-a-half-hour drive. I had nothing to drink, so I never had to stop for a restroom. Chugging that bottle when I didn't know where the closest bathroom was probably wasn't the best idea, but my thirst finally caught up to me from all the tears I shed earlier.

I slammed the trunk shut and locked up before turning toward the direction my car was facing. I got off the highway about ten miles ago and didn't pass through any towns. I know there was a rest stop right off the exit, but I don't want to go back that far.

I'm not sure why I got off on the exit I had gotten off on. I knew I would run out of gas and everything, but my stomach dropped when I saw the exit. Call me curious, but I had to take it. It was a fifty-fifty shot that it would kill me, or I would end up right where I needed to be.

I had the same feeling in my stomach when I passed the gas station right off the highway. I chose not to stop there, though. There wasn't a soul around, and it made me feel nauseous. So I turned back onto the road and continued driving until now.

And now, I get to walk for who knows how long until I can find a gas station. Then I will have to get a gas can and bring it back to my car. I pulled my wallet out of my pocket and flipped it open, immediately going for the cash. I could see if Tenya canceled the cards, but I didn't want to take the chance he hadn't. I don't want him to find me.

None of the money was technically mine. Hell, the eighty-two dollars wasn't really mine either. However, he couldn't trace that. I took my credit card and two debit cards out before shoving my wallet back into my pocket. While I continued my walk, I bent the cards back and forth until they snapped in half. After that, I folded the half until they broke again. Every time I saw a trashcan, I would toss one piece away. That way, nobody could put the card back together again. Or I could throw a few pieces into the bean field next to me. Some kind of farming equipment would run it over, I assume. I'm just not sure if a tiny piece of plastic would break something.

I'm not sure how long I've been walking, but I can barely see my car anymore. I'm guessing about two miles. As much as I hate that I stranded myself, walking after being cramped in a car for ten and a half hours feels good.

The road ahead of me hasn't changed much. It's been the same scenery over and over again. Three fields, then a few trees. Three fields, then a few trees. I was excited when I finally saw a break in the pattern after walking far enough for my car to leave my vision completely.