Late at night on a cold Friday, you could hear a car on the distance, tires skidding and an engine being forced, poor Pontiac T/A. David, driving like a maniac, as if he were in GTA.

He was just out of his mind, he didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the pills he took but he wasn’t entirely conscious; On a tight turn he tried to take it with a high speed, which didn’t work, and you just saw the side of the car passing so close to your body that you had to step back while looking scared at the car.

David stopped immediately, pulling the hand break and stepping out the car, he felt his body getting cold and his mind getting back to where it was supposed to be.

“I’m- So fucking sorry! are you okay? - His voice was shaky with fear, the last thing he wanted was more legal problems - did i hurt you?”