by Lara Roberts

Created on: June 13, 2009

"I'm gonna drive all night ..."

Lights flashed by, streaks of yellow-orange in the pitch-black sky.
Jack's hazel eyes, bloodshot from lack of sleep, were glued to the road in front of him, though they were glazed over slightly, as if he wasn't all there in his mind.
Why was he driving? Simple. He was driving for the sake of driving. As long as he was moving, moving far away, that was fine by him. He didn't care where he was headed: it was the travelling that was the important part in his mind.

The Hart CD Kira had given him for his birthday was blaring from his CD player, and had been the only thing keeping him sane. Somehow it seemed like Kira had known when she gave him that little disc, gushing about the band she adored as she always did in that sweet way that made him laugh. Could she have known that it would be his salvation in his darkest of times?
In front of him, white lines and cats' eyes were eaten up by the battered old Ford like a hungry, hungry hippo, always eating, never sleeping.
Like me, Jack thought.
Just like me.

"And no-one's ever gonna find me ..."

Hungry hippos, huh?
Hah. Even the name of that stupid, ridiculous kid's game sent those old thoughts, no, memories, bubbling to the top of his mind. How much had Alice and Kira loved that game when they ran down to the shops and bought it that one lunchtime in one of their usual flights of randomness? The image rose before his eyes of his beautiful Alice leaping to her feet, yelling "Mad Mish time!" at the top of her voice, Kira following suit. The pair of them, the two girls who meant the most to him, dancing down the street, arm in arm, singing about their little mission.
The mere mention of that game brought back those memories, the ones he was trying to banish forever. But ones that point-blank refused to fade. He had left them behind him so he could forget them, so why couldn't he shake off these feelings?

"Going night by night ..."

How long had it been since he left? A week? Three? Jack wasn't really sure anymore. All he could remember was the buzz, the blur of cars, trains, trees and stars zooming past. It may have been day, it may have been night. Only the beautiful sunset meant anything to him anymore. And he'd missed so many of those, just in case the painful memories forced their way through again.
Just the blur of life whizzing past him. That's all.
Did he know where he was? No.
Did he care? No.
That's just the way he wanted it.

"Just to escape from it all ..."

So many tainted memories. So many things

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