Second Chance
It is raining, a relentless downpour; it had begun in the early evening and had only become stronger, with no sings of stopping. You gaze out the passenger window, watching the raindrops race down the window and the insistent pattering of the raindrops on the car roof is driving you insane. You’ve stopped at some traffic lights; you notice the little rivulets forming at the side of the road. The bright lights on the high street just seem a blur, everything does. Your senses feel numb, you are aware that the window is open, and that you should feel cold, and that the stereo is blaring out music, and you should hear it, yet you can’t, you cannot feel a thing. Your mind wanders, you’re lost inside your regrets, you should have told your family you loved them, told your friends not to go tonight, and even though nothing has occurred yet, you know that there is no turning back. One of your friends is shouting something at you, you hear them all laughing, and you just smile, although you’re not feeling happy or confident. The music has stopped, you notice that, and with a flash you’re back. Your friend who is driving reaches down to choose a tape, but you ask if you could choose the next song. You pick a tape, hoping you made the right choice.
