Brooke Amber T.

Room 354

I had been driving all day, and darkness began to set in; the blacktop on the roadway was starting to melt together, creating images of things only the soulless speak about. I looked at the radio, and it was already 8:00 pm. I needed a break to think about the events that unfolded today. My arms were still shaky from earlier, and the blood around my chest had dried up and pressed upon my shirt. I could still smell the tobacco and whiskey on his breath, it sent shivers down my spine, and flashes of his twisted smile began to creep into my mind, so I knew it was time to pull over and find a place to sleep for the night.