Get Away

My breath came in gasps. My left leg felt numb, far away. I could feel blood running down my face and neck.

By slouching  over the broken steering wheel like an octogenarian I could just manage to see through a spot of clear glass in the shattered windshield.

The car was making hideous sounds– the fender scraping the ground, the clatter of the fan hitting the radiator.

You only need to do two things, I told myself. Get as far away as you can, then get off the highway. 

I did not want to think about the girl, about why she had chosen my car to jump in front of.

I only knew I hadn't stopped. I panicked and ran.

And I would probably be running from now on.