The End

"Bitch..."

Those were the words I whispered under my breath after that incident. I was being stupid. I believed every word she said and foolishly played a part in my own debacle, a tragedy for my own ridicule. I was, for those thirty minutes, unable to grasp the consequences of what just happened. I tried so hard so understand what led me to my decisions. I felt, for a moment, beaten by my own idiocy.

I drove off and started stepping on it. I passed a car, and then another, and then another. Then finally... BANG! Two cars just collided at the intersection I just passed. I was a few seconds away from that accident. I started calming down, as I pulled over to check what just happened. I ignored the drivers arguing about the accident. I left and parked across the coffee shop nearby.

I went in and used the men's room. Inside, I saw a man crying. His eyes were sore and his sobs were being held back. He looked pitiful and distraught. Then, he stared at me, as if looking down on me. He started to calm down. He told me to stop moping and just forget what happened. He started walking away. I washed my face and looked back at the mirror, he wasn't crying anymore.

I stepped out into the light, and put on my shades. I walked towards my car with the coffee on my left hand and my cell phone on my right. I started calling out some friends for a party tonight.