Rides Can’t Always Be Memorable
My eyes suddenly opened. The pulse of my heart drifted form different paces. A feeling of strss weaved in the realms of my body. My hands were sweating, eyes itching. I tried getting a grip of the wheel but it wouldn’t budge. I used my final bits of energy on the wheel. **_OUCH!_** The car freezed to a halt flinging me into the windows. My fingers touched the fabric of my jacket made of corduroy. It was like a pitfall from god without a rope. The lice in my hair experienced the river of sweat flowing down my body. Could I get out. **_CLACK!_** As I fiddled with my hands in anxiousness, I wathced as the window I had tried to break had only a little teensy weensy crack. Sadness led to depression which led to anger and that led to loss of sanity. I reassured my self by drinking everything that I could find. Then it led to the alcohol. I didn’t want to but my hands were being forced to grab it. It slowly and slowly kept on gradually moving forward until I got a hold of it. I chugged it all down. Insanity now went to suicidal. What on earth had gone wrong. I then saw the car heading for a tree. As I cowered to brace the impact, I saw light in which I then woke up from my nightmare..