It was not a safe drive, but she no longer cared for her safety. She bumped on the tree and a lamppost. She caused a short traffic jam on the main road, but no one shouted at her as expected. It’s probably the car. They were probably wondering what the h-ell she was doing with such a precious vehicle.
It was when she reached Muntinlupa and the narrow streets going behind the Walk Street that she became a little careful. Funny how she need not to care for her safety but need to for the others. She could at least let them feel how she feels, but that would be too selfish of her, and pathetic. She did not want to be like the people she despised. She did not want to see them. She surely did not want to meet them in hell either. If they’re all going to hell, she would want a room from the opp
