Breathe

Ch 2: Dreams

I sit in my 2003 Taurus, with my knees to my chest, crying in Tyler's driveway. Only this time it's different. Even though I'm in my body, I’m watching myself cry. The horrid feelings I had when this really happened is wiped away with a clearer, vibrant atmosphere.

My body slowly unravels itself from my chest as it begins to ache. I clutch it tightly with my right hand. The pain begins to worsen as my heart tries to beat itself out of my body. Taking deep breaths only makes it worst.

I must stop the pain.

As soon as the thought pops into my foggy brain, my head involuntarily gravitates to my purse.

I try to move my stiff body, but it won't budge from concentrating on the medium sized bag in my passenger seat.

What's in there? I ask myself, even though I have a feeling I already know.

The scene changes.

 I'm driving on a familiar bridge. Knowing unfortunate things always happen here, I try to change my regretted future by mentally telling myself to wipe my teary eyes. Panic washes over me when I realize something else has blurred my vision.

 Something that happened in Tyler's driveway.

 Something my mind wants to forget.

 But what?

The scene changes.

  My Taurus is speeding in the middle of the bridge now. I can’t flinch my numb body over the steering wheel. My foot, heavy on the gas petal, is eagerly ready to ruin my life.

Vroom!

It's impossible to see the deathly turn, but I know it’s coming. An instinctive shiver runs down my spine.

I mentally brace myself.

I feel my face grimace at the sound of my car breaking the bridge rail. Peace swept through for the few seconds I become airborne.