Adrian
The windows of my car are all rolled down and the wind slips inside, mixing in with the music from the radio. The streets are mainly empty, except for a few cars here and there, and I take my time going down the roads of the city.
The lights from the skyscrapers and streetlights fill my vision. When I go underneath a tunnel, they disappear and are replaced with orange lights, the sound of my revving engine echoing down the cement chamber before my car speeds out on the other end.
My hair picks up with the wind, moving around my head, as I keep my focus on the road ahead. my knuckles are white as they tightly grip the steering wheel. The screaming wind is like white noise in my ears and helps down out my messy and insecure thoughts.
It helps me silence the yelling inside my head,
