You slammed the door and started the engine. The car lurched into action and we tore down the street.
josh
Why are you driving so fast?
I clawed feebly at the passenger door. You grabbed my hand. Menacing, skeletal claws ensnared my own vulnerable talons, causing them to meekly withdraw into my lap. The car tore on.
Your eyes are on me, always on me, scorching through my worn-out skin, tearing me apart, desperately seeping their way into my soul. I won’t meet your gaze.
Why are you driving so fast?
No response. Only more speed. Nothing but your desire to hurtle us into some distant future.
Why are you driving so fast?
My blurry eyes gazed through the steam of the window. Your eyes, full of fury, locked once more on the road ahead.
You pushed the pedal to the floor. I felt the rattling vehicle gain further momentum. The outside world started to blend into one never-ending cityscape, rolling on repeat. Rolling on and on.
Why are you driving so fast?
You didn’t answer me. You never answer me. Just claws and eyes. Always claws and eyes with you. Scorching and seeping. You looked back at me.
I gave in, and for a second I met your gaze, desperately hoping it would be the real you.
It wasn’t.