67 67. Bad words

Kizy didn't know how long she had been walking, climbing down the stairs, but she had been completely drained by the time she reached the parking lot.

She simply dragged her body lifelessly towards her car and entered inside. She sat on the driver's seat before slamming her hands on the steering wheel.

She roughly wiped away her tear stained face one last time, before starting the engine and speeding out of the parking lot.

She raced directly towards the highway, at a speed of 140 km/hrs which was still increasing.

She had had enough of this shit. Being good to others and receiving heartbreaks in the end.

Speeding up and racing with winds, that was one of her few stress busters. She would forget her pain and sorrows once she would break the speed limits, which gave her an adrenaline rush, her only way to forget things temporarily.

She drove like that for almost two hours when finally the car came to a halt, indicating she was out of fuel.