I'm praying this is one of my smaller mistakes. I want to crash my car, I want to date a toxic idiot, get on the wrong airplane, start a fire, heck, maybe have some jail time. I don't want this to be the last idiotic dumb thing I do.

My head pounds. My feet are thudding down the sidewalk. The street lights are blending in my vision. I need to reach somewhere, anywhere, safe. This shouldn't happen, right? I'm 'running like a girl" down the street at midnight. This only happens in the movies, my butt! My head swirls and my vision dims again. I feel like puking. I was so stupid! Who the heck would want me to go to a party? 'Of course there will be other people there"! I'm so sorry Dad... I was so so wrong.

My sneaker skids on the sidewalk. Too fast. I see headlights and I start to cry. This is it. I smell the scent of my perfume and the chill smell of the cold darkness. I feel groggy. I wipe my mouth, I see a smear of red on my hand. Lipstick or blood? My feet are blurring also. My thighs and shins feel like they're ripping apart. I can't flipping stop, I won't let this be my last mistake. I am going to crash my flarging car and I am going to dump him so hard. My legs accelerate and my sweat is making my white shirt cling to me. When this is over I am so going to kick those jerks in the crotch. I am getting faster and faster. Maybe, it's working out of my system and I can run faster, or this stuffed fury is exploding, but either way the wind is whipping my hair as I run. The headlights dim. My vision is going, but doesn't matter. I clinch my eyes closed and my mascara stings my them.

Dad if I get out of this you can totally take me to a baseball game and we can go get that motorcycle you wanted. My arms are getting weak, my legs are splitting, and my tears are freely flowing. I can... do... this..?