Push!

Note: I haven't written a lot of fiction. I think I still need some work in editing it. I would love some feedback. Thanks :). 

Breathe.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Don't panic.

I assume that the most sensible thing to do now is push, I said silently. So I willed myself to push hard.

No go.

No one should ever be put into this kind of situation. Ever. And I'm alone too. At 3 a.m., in the middle of a lifeless street. This is the price you have to pay for being so irresponsible, for being too carefree. However did you get into this kind of situation?! I chided myself.

I felt panic well up inside of me, causing me to sweat profusely. My damp hair had clung to my face and neck like wet wallpaper. I tasted something salty. Tears maybe. Sweat more likely. Probably both. I didn't know what to do. I felt helpless. I closed my eyes for a moment.

This can't be happening, I thought. This must be some sort of horrible, terrible, ugly nightmare (is there a wonderful, terrific, beautiful one?). I'll wake up and find myself in my room, and not in a deserted street, I tried to convince myself. I quickly opened my eyes and all I saw was a blurry vision of an endless road ahead of me.

I felt myself shudder. I pinched myself. No, this is as real as can be. Thirteen years?! Of course you'd have some trouble. What were you thinking? Never again act on a whim! Now you're facing your worst predicament ever. All because you were a stupid, pathetic, immature, idiotic, mentally deranged...(and the list went on, I practically thought of every kind of negative adjective I knew)...nincompoop.

I started to hear myself muttering, "No amount of insults will get you through this situation,"

So I then gave myself a pep talk. "You can deal with this. You love challenges, you've never given up on any...why start now? All you need to do is take a deep breath and push real hard!"

I said a silent prayer, took a really deep breath, squeezed my eyes shut and pushed hard. I suddenly felt my body go limp as a noodle. Then I heard a cry...funny how it seemed so distant when the one crying was me. I slumped on the ground and bawled like a baby. I felt so defeated.

Defeated by a piece of machinery that you would call a car. 

By an old car.

By an old, temperamental car. 

By a temperamental thirteen-year-old car (is the number 13 really bad luck?).

I guess it had more sense than me, sputtering like it had after I revved up the engine and ceasing to move an inch when I was about to go way over the speed limit, I thought ruefully.

I started to hiccup. I lifted my head up and started to open my now puffed-like-roasted-marshmallow eyes with some difficulty. My eyes flew open in an instant and my hiccups dissolved quickly when I noticed that the kill-joy-of-a-car-that-wouldn't-start was starting to roll down the road! Thank goodness it was rolling down very slowly. I knew I could catch up even if I crawled (I was exhausted after all). 

I started to stand up as I began to mutter, "Me and my joyri-" the words got caught in my throat and became an all-out scream that echoed through the darkness as I started to break into a run. I had assumed wrong. That thing seemed to be mocking me as it began to roll faster as it gained momentum going downhill. I ran like a thousand cheetahs were after me. I never knew I could run that fast (nothing like thoughts of wrecked cars, fireballs and other things along that line to propel my legs to run faster). The car must have slowed down or something, because before I knew it, I was just inches away from the driver's door (thank goodness I thought of leaving it open!). I then noticed that the car was just a few feet from a ditch! In a flash, I was able to clamber into the driver's seat.

I could barely believe I had gotten in the car!  I was positively giddy when I turned on the ignition and it vroom-ed back to life! It sounded like music to my ears. I thought, Boy, this car is moody! 

I headed back home. I didn't want to think of what could have happened if I hadn't gotten to the car in time. Pretty soon, my house was in sight. I sighed in relief. My ordeal was over, at least as far as the car-and not my parents-was concerned.

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