Fraya
I clutch onto my seat, trying to hold in the scream that is lodged in my throat. I think I lost my stomach about twenty minutes ago and my heart is five seconds away from following. "Slow down!" I scream at Donahue, but he either can't hear me over the roar of the engine, or he is just simply ignoring me as he presses his foot down, making the car go faster. I have a suspicion it is the second option. Fucker. For someone immortal, I feel very f*****g mortal right now. Usually I love speed, but I love that sped when I can control every aspect of it. Sure I can send my power out at any time, but Donahue made me promise not to use my powers today. I really don't understand why he wants us to spend a day a year without our power, something about living life to the fullest and appreciati
