"Yeah, I thought it was pretty boring, too," Zachary admitted. His eyes flickered between his brother and the road with practiced ease. Since Abe had been like this before any of them had started to drive, it was something they had all figured out pretty quickly.
Absently, he began to tap at the steering wheel, letting the scenery whiz by around them. Not a whole lot of cars around, despite being the proximity to home. He gave one last glance to Abe, except when he turned to look back to the road...
... it wasn't there anymore. All that was left was a canvas of black and a painful feeling of being inside, outside, everything everywhere, and no matter where he turned his eyes, there was nothing even though he could feel everything.
Disorientation and sudden dizziness had him twisting the steering wheel, slamming on the break, trying to hopefully right himself before they veered off the road. The car shuddered, tumbled off the paved path, screeched into the lowered ground beside it. Zachary jerked forward, almost choking against his seat belt. Ignoring the dull and forceful pain just about everywhere, he quickly brought a hand up to his face, fingers splayed out over his eyes.
He couldn't see. His life was just beginning and now it had ended and he would never see again.
Behind the panic, he wondered if Abe was all right. They had just crashed, after all, and Zachary was seconds from calling out to him when-he was going to be sick. Too much, too fast, adrenaline coursing and sight gone, he scrabbled for his seat belt buckle.
Absently, he began to tap at the steering wheel, letting the scenery whiz by around them. Not a whole lot of cars around, despite being the proximity to home. He gave one last glance to Abe, except when he turned to look back to the road...
... it wasn't there anymore. All that was left was a canvas of black and a painful feeling of being inside, outside, everything everywhere, and no matter where he turned his eyes, there was nothing even though he could feel everything.
Disorientation and sudden dizziness had him twisting the steering wheel, slamming on the break, trying to hopefully right himself before they veered off the road. The car shuddered, tumbled off the paved path, screeched into the lowered ground beside it. Zachary jerked forward, almost choking against his seat belt. Ignoring the dull and forceful pain just about everywhere, he quickly brought a hand up to his face, fingers splayed out over his eyes.
He couldn't see. His life was just beginning and now it had ended and he would never see again.
Behind the panic, he wondered if Abe was all right. They had just crashed, after all, and Zachary was seconds from calling out to him when-he was going to be sick. Too much, too fast, adrenaline coursing and sight gone, he scrabbled for his seat belt buckle.
Reply
Leave a comment