The car sped across the streets. My foot was firmly planted on the accelerator as I skidded past other cars. I ran red lights and took sharp turns. I could hear the curses flying at me, telling me to go to hell. And I wanted to laugh. I almost did. That was exactly where I was going.
Why I was driving as fast as I was, I didn't know... but I knew that I needed it. What I was going to do was going to make me an outcast. There was no other way to come out of this than to handle the situation as neutrally as possible. I could imagine the screams and the anger that would be directed towards me, but I couldn't jeopardize my sanity for any longer.
