don't let the world bring you down
not everyone here is that fucked up and cold
remember why you came and why you're alive
experience the warmth before you go home
A faint rumble could have been heard coursing through the sky for prying ears to hear. Some may have mistaken it for thunder, but that wasn't the case. Black rubber tore down the pavement, grinding into the asphalt as it made the turn. The paint was dark as night, the rims shimmering in the rays of the sun as she continued on her way in the destination of nowhere in particular. This was always something that she enjoyed, but never was really able to do considering the lack of spare time that she had. Windows down, dark shades shielding her eyes, wind in her hair and the music cranked up, and this was something that she needed. Something that she yearned. Then it happened, and within a moment's notice everything that was good went plummeting down the drain.
Emerald orbs widened in mere shock, the vehicle losing control slightly once the boom sounded. Maintaining control and the car finally squealed to a stop. Panting could have been heard escaping her lips, knuckles a bit whiter considering the gripping for dear life along the steering wheel. She wasn't quite sure what had happened, considering she was slightly in her own little world when it happened. She pulled from the car to check out the damage before eyes narrowed at the tore up rubber of the front left wheel. Sonofabitch ..
The words slurred together in a loud sound, coating the sky before a hand ran over her fatigued features.
Sleep was calling her, draining her already tired form as she examined the rim. Hope found that she almost cared for her car as much as she cared about herself and what was left of her family. Some may have called her stupid, or retarded, but that's just how she was. Screw with her Camaro or mess with someone she cared about .. and, you would basically suffer a horrific death of sorts. Fingers plucked at the long sleeve shirt that was gracing her torso, knowing that she was going to get a bit toasty working on her car in this heat. A black tank was revealed between the soft cotton before the comfy shirt was passed through the window, strides carrying her toward the trunk. She retrieved the jack, placing it near the wheel in question before gathering the wheel that lingered there and rolled it along the road.
The sun was slowly beginning to set. She knew that in about thirty minutes she would be covered in a pitch darkness. Fingers trailed through dark strands to pull it back into a sloppy ponytail before she lowered to find a sturdy place to position the jack. A light sigh escaped her lips, as she concentrated on getting a better look before she got to work.