The gas pedal pushed on the back of my foot as I gently relieved pressure. I cranked the steering wheel to the side, a hard right turn, and immediately slammed the gas pedal to the floor again.
The sirens wailed behind me.
I bit my lip, watching as the speedometer climbed and climbed. Traffic swerved left and right as my car barreled down the center of the street, easily going 70/75 in a 25MPH zone. I eased off the pedal again as another concrete wall rose up before me. This time though I jerked the steering wheel to the left.
The blue and red lights faded behind me after that. I turned another corner, right this time, before easing the car back down to speed limit and pulling back to the right side of the road.
Breathe, Foster, breathe. I glanced in the rearview mirror. The street was dark behind me. The sound of the sirens had faded. I sighed and pulled into the next parking garage I found. It was one of those free parking after such and such a time ones. It was after that time, well after that time. A glance at the dashboard told me that it was actually midnight. After midnight. 12:03.
I didn’t stay on the first level. This was one of those garages they had built into the ground a few levels as well as building to the sky. I drove the car down to the bottom level and parked in the back corner, killing the engine. One of the lights overhead in this corner was out. The other flickered.
I climbed out of the car, closing the door softly behind me. The garage was empty. Exhaling, I leaned back against the wall off to the side of the car and sunk to the damp concrete ground. Anyone that came into the garage wouldn’t see me, I noted. The car hid me from view, the tire blocking out any chance someone would have had of seeing me from underneath.
As I sat there, eyes closed and head resting back against the wall with my knees pulled to my chest and my arms wrapped around them, I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. It was just a dull noise, almost a distant one, but it was there. Thud. Thud. Thud.
I swallowed and opened my eyes. The ceiling of the parking garage was damp, maybe even moldy, and more water dripped down to the floor where I was sitting. Drip. Drip. Drip. The sound chorused with my beating heart.
I drew my eyes down to rest on the car, that beautiful car, and had but one thought.
What have I done?
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