Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 102708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
There was an endless stream of plaguing emotions clouding my mind and assaulting my body, fueling me to go faster. My vision tunneled, desperately wanting to escape the shit I was handed. If I thought things were bad before, I was wrong.
Everything changed for the worse with just her mere presence in a way I never imagined. The black cat I shared a wall with was beginning to claw at my skin, ripping into the hollow where my heart once lived.
Growling deep within my chest, I battled my feelings. Speeding quicker on the train tracks, I tried to outrun those sentiments.
Needing…
Anything…
Something…
The front tire steered side to side, navigating the rough and narrow tracks. I could feel the motor vibrating against my bones as I continued to push the engine beyond the max. Never letting up, I remained persistent and adamant about distancing myself from these reckless thoughts.
They were always overpowering my head.
Controlling my actions.
Deciding on the outcome.
I didn’t need this baggage, hating that I had to carry it like it was a badge of honor and not a steel chain I couldn’t break.
Wildlife came to life around me as if the animals knew trouble was on the horizon, making me think of Isla.
Nothing but fucking trouble.
The horn of the train was no longer at a distance, no longer echoing through the cold breeze, no… now it was right in front of me.
Blaring.
Blasting.
Sounding off.
Woooooooooo! Wooooooooooo! The train whistled, flickering the beaming headlight, warning me to get off the tracks, but I didn’t heed the warning. I decided to play with it instead.
I gunned the throttle, triggering my tires to skid across the rocks as I reached top speed. Swerving from one side to the next, I practically dumped my bike to the ground, almost dragging my knees with it. I didn't let up, jumping the tracks a few times to catch air, causing the suspension to protest when I landed.
The bike was screaming no.
My mind was yelling yes.
My body was in autopilot, like it’d been most of my life.
The motor revved up and down with every jump and bump I hit.
The train whistled louder, two long, one short, followed by one long bellow.
Woooooooooo! Wooooooooooo!
The RPMs on my bike were spinning out of control, rising higher and higher, causing the bike to shake as I lost myself to the intense game. Another horn sounded even closer this time, piercing through the evening sun.
Woooooooooo! Wooooooooooo!
Red lights flashed, and smoke suddenly filled the air as the train came barreling down the tracks, getting louder and louder every second it approached. The polluted air made it hard to breathe, hard to see, hard to feel as if I wasn’t suffocating from the inside out.
Woooooooooo! Wooooooooooo!
Exhaust smoke trailed out of the tailpipe of the bike while I continued to push the limit, redlining the engine seconds later.
But nothing was going to stop me.
Not the tires smoking as I hit seventy.
Eighty.
Ninety miles per hour.
The brakes on the train squealed, protesting against the tracks with the flashing red lights blinking all around me.
Woooooooooo! Wooooooooooo!
The train’s brakes pumped harder, clinking against the tracks while barreling toward me.
Woooo! Wooooooooooooooooooo!
And just like that, I shut my eyes for a moment, and all I could see…
Was her.
When the horn blared one last time, I opened my eyes and saw that it was right there, just a few feet in front of me.
I smiled.
Finally feeling what I craved.
What I strived for.
What I always desired, more so now than ever before.
A high to drown out the low.
The thrill of the rush surged through my veins, replacing all unnecessary drama. The life I couldn’t control and the future I didn’t know how to face.
At the last moment, I abruptly jerked the wheel to the side, right as the train was about to hit me head-on. Propelling my bike off the tracks, I hurled my body through the air. I flew through the wind at lightning speed, feeling free from everything that weighed heavily on me.
But it didn’t last. It never did.
The adrenaline junkie in me was never satisfied, and it wasn’t until I roughly landed on the ground and everything went black that I finally stopped seeing the past in plain sight.
However, it was only because I knocked myself out.
I didn’t know how long I was unconscious. If I were being honest, I didn’t know much about anything. The only thing I knew to be true in that second was that I had a raging, splitting headache.
I groaned, weakly thrashing around. “Hmm…” I tried to wake up, failing miserably at it. “Hmm…” I faintly mumbled, slowly shaking my head and willing my eyes to open.
“Shh…” That was the only sound I heard, coming from above me, which was followed by what felt like a wet washcloth on my forehead.
“Hmm…” I softly muttered again.
Immediately hearing, “Shh…”
It was only then that I realized my head was in a lap while a familiar scent suddenly attacked my senses. I lay there frozen. Sluggishly, I shook my head a few more times, and my eyelids slowly started to flutter open.