Another Friday night and the road lights beamed from above.
The roar of the engine buried Lucy’s mind as it always did at 2 in the morning.
She twisted the auto mobile, an old Ford Focus, drawing the steering wheel to the right and moving the car in an urgent turn.
Her eyes where heavy and blood shot, bags resting under them in black lines. Hands gripped to the wheel but shaking in urgency, she flicked the indicator and pulled over in a parking bay.
Running out of the car as the engine still ran, the seatbelt indicator flashed and the harmony beeping noise struck an urgent reminder nobody was seated in the car.
Lucy ran to the side, bending over a rail on the edge of the hill where she parked and was sick. She paused for a moment then collapsed on the side of the road in tears, hands still shaking.
Back in the car and driving down the road, a long stretch in a straight line, she pushed down on the pedal giving a sprint to the car. It was always exhilarating and powerful behind the wheel, but it didn’t help her constant insomnia that’s kept her in a serialised state of awakening dilemmas.
Attached to the dash was her phone, it rang with the name Dee scrolled across the front, vibrating for a solid minute.
“Just go away.”
The phone eventually stopped, flashing missed call then voicemail so as she drove Lucy swiped to listen to the message from Dee.
“Lucy, I’ve just woke up and noticed yet again you’ve gone. This needs to stop, you need to get back now. As your one and only sister, I get it, I’m here for you to help through this recovery of not drinking but seriously, 2 in the morning drives. Just come back soon, please.”
The voicemail ended but Lucy continued to pick up speed. A tear rolled down her face as she drifted between the lanes imagining crashing into the central reservation at full pelt.
As she started to slow down reeling her emotions back and pulling back into the one lane, another car drove alongside, passing her by without a thought. In the passenger seat, Lucy saw a young woman, someone she recognised, something she felt a sharp pain for whilst driving.
It’s as if the face, it resembled something from her past, a scare, an agonising pain which caused her to become what she was today, a recovering alcoholic who now couldn’t sleep.
Still looking at the car, passing her by and the face disappearing, a bird suddenly flew into the windscreen of her car.