This Could be The End
Jen is biting her fingernails as she sits in the back of Jason's cop car with Max.
"Do you not think the blood was a little harsh?" she asks worriedly. She loves Nate, obviously, otherwise there's no way they could live together. She also loves taking the piss out of him, but sometimes she thinks Max goes a bit too far.
"Nah, nah nah, he's gonna freak out for a bit and then he'll call one of us and then we'll have a good laugh at him!"
"But Jason just told him not to call anyone!" Jen snaps, agitated now. She thought it would be funny at first, but Max went mental with the red food colouring this morning.
Jason shrugs his shoulders. Jen doesn't know him very well, but she doesn't really know that she thinks much of a cop that agrees to help convince someone that their sister has been kidnapped by the mafia. In fact, she thinks Jason might be Max's dealer. Dealers are hard to come by in small cities like this.
They wait ten minutes before it's clear Nate isn't calling anyone. Max sends a text.
The steering wheel is already drenched in sweat as I shift up to fourth gear. This isn't where I pictured myself 24 hours ago. Pedal to the metal, golf ball in my throat, speeding towards a watery grave.
"Do you not think the blood was a little harsh?" she asks worriedly. She loves Nate, obviously, otherwise there's no way they could live together. She also loves taking the piss out of him, but sometimes she thinks Max goes a bit too far.
"Nah, nah nah, he's gonna freak out for a bit and then he'll call one of us and then we'll have a good laugh at him!"
"But Jason just told him not to call anyone!" Jen snaps, agitated now. She thought it would be funny at first, but Max went mental with the red food colouring this morning.
Jason shrugs his shoulders. Jen doesn't know him very well, but she doesn't really know that she thinks much of a cop that agrees to help convince someone that their sister has been kidnapped by the mafia. In fact, she thinks Jason might be Max's dealer. Dealers are hard to come by in small cities like this.
They wait ten minutes before it's clear Nate isn't calling anyone. Max sends a text.
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The steering wheel is already drenched in sweat as I shift up to fourth gear. This isn't where I pictured myself 24 hours ago. Pedal to the metal, golf ball in my throat, speeding towards a watery grave.
The few houses flying past the car quickly change into blurred trees.
You ever see those movies where there's an intense flash forward or flash back? Everything is in high contrast. Everything is harsh. Sharp, but not clear. Definitely not clear. Nothing feels clear any more.
Tunnel vision. That's what this feels like. The sky outside is not grey, not blue, but a strange yellow. I can't really seeing the road I'm speeding across, nor the suburbs I'm passing through, but I'm acutely aware of the path I need to take, of exactly what I need to focus on ahead.
Maybe it's just the weed. Or the fact that I'm still drunk.
And yet I still manage to feel a searing pain below my right temple.
Somewhere in the car, maybe the glove box, my phone starts to vibrate loudly. I can't see who it is, but I know I don't wanna know. It has to be those cafe guys. I told Jen. I did. They must have followed me home from Max's.
It's a shame this fucking car radio is jammed on the classical channel. My hand shakes slightly (though I can't tell if it's from the speed of the car or the rate of my heartbeat) as I reach forward to turn up the volume all the same.
Tunnel vision. That's what this feels like. The sky outside is not grey, not blue, but a strange yellow. I can't really seeing the road I'm speeding across, nor the suburbs I'm passing through, but I'm acutely aware of the path I need to take, of exactly what I need to focus on ahead.
Maybe it's just the weed. Or the fact that I'm still drunk.
And yet I still manage to feel a searing pain below my right temple.
Somewhere in the car, maybe the glove box, my phone starts to vibrate loudly. I can't see who it is, but I know I don't wanna know. It has to be those cafe guys. I told Jen. I did. They must have followed me home from Max's.
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"For fuck's sake, Max, just call him!" Jen's really pissed off now. Nate's probably crying up there somewhere, trying to figure out what's happened.
She grabs the phone and starts dialing as she gets out of the car. She looks quickly then runs across the road and straight up the stairs to their apartment.
The phone just goes through to Nate's voicemail as she manages to open the door and realise he's already gone.
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Road markers become blurred and the trees begin to clear. The Pacific Ocean- or maybe it's the Southern Ocean by now? I was never great at geography - is in full view. I can see waves crashing onto rock as white foam in the distance. Soon enough, there'll be no road left.
The car hurtles forward to the end of the cul de sac, and I gasp as the right wheel jolts over the edge of the footpath first. By some stroke of luck (or perhaps, misfortune), the car doesn't roll, but instead drifts along the grass a few metres, but only for mere seconds. I don't know if my foot even comes off the accelerator as I correct the steering wheel and continue on my path once more.
The ride is bumpier now. Tussock underneath, but apart from that, nothing between myself and the cliff face ahead. 20 metres, 10 metres, 5 - my stomach drops and my hands come off the wheel as horror overwhelms me.
The hood of my car sails over the edge of the cliff, almost straight down. In this moment, I can't even grab the steering wheel for comfort. I am open-mouthed, frozen in time, seconds away from my imminent death.
Somewhere in my car my cellphone vibrates once more as my vision narrows to a black hole.
The hood of my car sails over the edge of the cliff, almost straight down. In this moment, I can't even grab the steering wheel for comfort. I am open-mouthed, frozen in time, seconds away from my imminent death.
Somewhere in my car my cellphone vibrates once more as my vision narrows to a black hole.
THE END.
Comments
Really, it's nice. Rewrite it. :P
nice, to the point write
Thinking you put remaining muses in your final post, will check it out.