Lolly Vieira
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Welcome to my writing page where I make sense of all the facets of myself.
I'm an artist of many mediums and strive to know and do better every day.
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Does it ever get better? by Lolly Vieira
The US 20 East was vacant at this time of night- or early morning, rather. The digital clock in the rental car flashed 4:18am in blue light. The summer sky was a navy ocean, a sea full of stars, but Bella didn’t notice. She only saw the barren road being lit up by the headlights of her Mercedes. She shifted uncomfortably in the black leather seats, her slender thigh sticking to it with sweat. Her sigh broke the heavy silence in the car, her rib cage expanding like a swelling battery about to burst. Her empty stomach yelled at her in growls like an angry lion, but her pride made her deaf to it. The Adderall she’d sniffed earlier that evening was wearing off, but she tried to avoid thinking about it as the spots between her fingers and toes began to itch again. She’d been driving for almost an hour and a half already. It felt like four. Bella hadn’t made this trip, or even driven a car, in what she guessed was two years. She never came to Idaho unless she had to and was glad she had purchased the cabin when she did. Coming to Boise and having nowhere to escape to wouldn’t have really been feasible for her. The red light by the gas gauge illuminated the dashboard.
By Lolly Vieira4 years ago in Fiction
