One's Wild Imagination
Chapter I: Road Trip
"In this farewell
There's no blood
There's no alibi
'Cause I've drawn regret
From the truth
Of a thousand lies
So let mercy come
And wash away
What I've done
I'll face myself
To cross out what I've become
Erase myself
And let go of what I've done" The song 'What I've Done' by Linkin Park blared out through my iPod earphones, while I sang aloud along with it.
"Sarah," exclaimed my dad from the front passenger seat, "for the hundredth time; turn the music down." I huffed as the harsh wind blew into my face and through my hair, but I did as I was told.
We were on the highway, heading towards Byron Bay in New South Wales. It was the June holidays, and Mum and Dad decided to take the family on a road trip around NSW for about 2 weeks, give or take a few days. So it's just Mum, Dad, me and my half-sister, April.
It's already the 5th day on the trip, and I've gotten pretty bored. The first place we stayed at was a Dubbo Hotel, which was the best so far, and the inn we were previously at; I forgot what the name was, was best compared to as a dump. It was a two-storey building which looked okay from the outside and the first floor. But upstairs was a shocker. The rooms were tiny as; it could only fit two people in each of them. There was a small queen-sized bed with a bed-side table on only one side of the bed, a dark oak wardrobe, a mini fridge with a small TV on top, and a wooden table with two chairs. But there were two things that shocked me the most: the carpet and the ceiling. I had to wear shoes to walk on that floor, it was like it had invisible glass and needles in it, and, oh the ceiling! It was decaying and rotting away near the air vent above the doorway. I decided to sleep with Dad that night, even though he snored like a lawn mower and banshee combined together. Hehe, I was paranoid that night, waiting for supernatural things to pop out and say 'hi'.
The only upside at that inn was the little visitor we met the next morning, a cute Jack Russell Terrier. Found out it was the Inn's owner's dog. Soon, we were back on the road again.
A new song started playing on my iPod and I chuckled quietly. 'Highway to Hell' by AC DC was playing. How ironic, the song fits perfectly. I decided to sing along with it. I fixed up my sunglasses and smiled.
"Living easy, living free
Season ticket on a one-way ride
Asking nothing, leave me be
Taking everything in my stride
Dont need reason, dont need rhyme
Aint nothing I'd rather do
Going down, party time
My friends are gonna be there too, yeah" I rocked my head with the drum hits, my legs bouncing with the beats.
"Im on the highway to hell
on the highway to hell
highway to hell
im on the highway to hell
No stop signs, speed limit
Nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna mess me round
Hey Satan, payed my dues
playing in a rocking band
Hey momma look at me
Im on my way to the Promised Land
Wow!
Im on the highway to hell
highway to hell
im on the highway to hell
highway to hell" I sang. I looked out the window and watched the scenery go by. I guessed that we turned off the busy highway a few minutes ago, but I didn't really care.
I felt a little tired so I turned the music down a bit and lay my head against the window. The vibrations and rocking motions of the car lulled me into subconsciousness.