My footsteps punctured the eerie atmosphere and sent a quiet whisper billowing through the drafty house. We silently snuck through the unrelenting passages of the prison, trying not to wake the guards. Our escape into the wilderness had been planned for weeks, like all good plans. A desperate grasp at freedom; a hope that we would be able to taste the breeze on our tongues that assured us hints of power and privilege. The frayed, thinned straps carved into my frail shoulders. A backpack that contained my whole world, all of my deepest, darkest secrets, heavy with guilt; the kind of secrets you keep from your parents forever. But we didn’t care what they thought. “They’re nothing but incompetent, ignorant imps!” my best friend Beatrice would
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The unforgiving engine roared as if it ran off imperial power, not petrol. I watched my house dip below the horizon as we darted further and further into the moonlit midnight. Limitless with curiosity, we chased the dim street lamps afoot that would guide us to our eventual destination. As time flew by, so did the miles. At the budding age of fifteen I had already crashed three times, but still hadn’t been badly injured, I felt invincible, infinite and so, we would push this powerful beast as far as we could’ the speedometer escalated with every blink. Adrenalin rushed through our bodies in an abundance, as if we were injecting it with a syringe straight into our bloodstream; surging through our veins and compelling us into a drug induced …show more content…
I had no clue how anyone could drive in such a state, cigarette smoke tampered with my vision, like a thick, murky fog that allowed me to only recognise faint, fuzzy silhouettes. It was rather beautiful however, swirling in the momentary light, streaming and flowing like hair caught in a soft, Summer breeze. The sickly sweet scent of strawberry bubblegum and intoxicating liquor infected my body and the upholstery I was situated on. It was a toxic mix; potent and poignant. Sprawled across the backseat like expensive silk. The relaxed recline of my body revealed a sort of nonchalance, a casualness that disclosed the total lack of care I
The unforgiving engine roared as if it ran off imperial power, not petrol. I watched my house dip below the horizon as we darted further and further into the moonlit midnight. Limitless with curiosity, we chased the dim street lamps afoot that would guide us to our eventual destination. As time flew by, so did the miles. At the budding age of fifteen I had already crashed three times, but still hadn’t been badly injured, I felt invincible, infinite and so, we would push this powerful beast as far as we could’ the speedometer escalated with every blink. Adrenalin rushed through our bodies in an abundance, as if we were injecting it with a syringe straight into our bloodstream; surging through our veins and compelling us into a drug induced …show more content…
I had no clue how anyone could drive in such a state, cigarette smoke tampered with my vision, like a thick, murky fog that allowed me to only recognise faint, fuzzy silhouettes. It was rather beautiful however, swirling in the momentary light, streaming and flowing like hair caught in a soft, Summer breeze. The sickly sweet scent of strawberry bubblegum and intoxicating liquor infected my body and the upholstery I was situated on. It was a toxic mix; potent and poignant. Sprawled across the backseat like expensive silk. The relaxed recline of my body revealed a sort of nonchalance, a casualness that disclosed the total lack of care I