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The car lined streets were empty besides various travelers. A thick fog of smoke hung in the air, constricting those who tried to breathe. The sky was cloudless and starry. If you were to continue farther up this main road a couple miles, you would find it a different scenario. Cars were speeding up and down the streets while pedestrians roamed the sidewalks. There were no visible stars in the sky, seeing as the city lights and towering buildings blocked the stars from sight.
Joe Jonas was one of the few people on the rural side of the city. His beat-up old car was speeding down the small street. He was completely wasted. His insides were drugged and his mind was clouded. His internal high was still up. He felt as if he was free. He didn't have a care in the world. Maybe he would feel differently when his life changed in mere minutes.
The orange-yellow tint of the dim streetlights blurred as Joe's car sped down the road -whether it was blurred because of speed or alcohol consumption, he would never know. He came towards an intersection, though never stopping before running through a red light.
He quickly swerved his own vehicle before hitting another car that was coming perpendicular to him. He laughed joyously at his save. The rush came back again; he felt undefeatable.
Joe's head was intoxicated with chemicals that had taken over his mind. His thoughts were no longer his own. His mind was clouded. His brain was fogged. His senses had shut down. He felt as if he was no longer in his own body, as if his own internal self had been transferred to another person and no one was in the body he was occupying now.
Another red light was coming up. Joe grinned. The rush would come back again if he sped through this stop light too. He concentrated his eyes straight-forward, only focused on the speed monitor on the dash board.
75, 95, 115, 120
His car rushed through the light. The car from the other side was already moving at it's slow pace in the middle of the street when he met up with it. He beat-up car slammed into the passenger side of the other truck.
Metal crunched. Glass cracked. Horns honked. Screams were heard from all around.
Joe's head hit the steering wheel. His entire body was thrown forward. Glass flew from everywhere around him. His eyes shut tight from the impact from the crash.
The last thing he saw before he passed out was the two passengers in the other car slumped over their seats dead, and his own pool of blood around him.
The rush, was gone.