Chapter 2
The silence of the street was broken by the sound of cars honking, as one car swerved to avoid another.
“What the fuck was that??” yelled Joshua over all the commotion, his hands gripping tightly against the dashboard of the car. “What the fuck are you doing?? Dreaming?!”
The car was back on track, having slowed down to a steady pace. The same couldn’t be said for Adam’s heart – it was beating fast, pumping blood through his body at an unimaginable speed. “S-s-sorry,” he stuttered, “My thoughts wandered too far,”
“You could have killed us both! You almost slammed into that bloody car!”
“I said I was sorry, okay??”
“Son of a…”
“… You want to finish that fucking sentence, Josh??” yelled Adam.
Not a word was spoken for the next five minutes. Things were tense - a near fatal accident would do that to anyone. Joshua took a few deep breaths, calming himself down as he did. Adam drove on, his eyes focused hard on the road before him, his hands firmly placed on the steering wheel.
Joshua turned his gaze to Adam’s hands – they were shaking. After what seemed ages, he broke the silence.
“… It’s not like you to be this way. Not when you’re driving.”
Adam’s lips remained sealed.
Joshua ignored his friend’s silence, “We’ve known each other for years. I’d know when something was wrong with you.”
“…”
“… What’s wrong Adam?”
“… Nothing’s wrong. I just lost focus. Tired… that’s all.”
“…”
The silence returned – keeping them company for the remainder of their journey.
***
Adam walked into the Department of Student Affairs, his heavy bag slung over his shoulder. He set his bag down on the nearest table, pulled out his laptop and began working on an assignment which he had due. It was 3pm, but there was no one but himself in the DSA. The quiet was weird, disturbing. It was almost deafening.
He continued on with his work, ignoring the silence which accompanied him then. All was well. He had only typed out a few words, when a familiar voice called from behind.
“Adam!”
He turned to find his friend – Marissa, a sweet looking 18 year old – skipping toward him. She gave him a tight hug, and then sat next to him, staring at the screen of his laptop. “What’re you doing?” she asked.
He saved his work, and dully turned of his laptop. “Just working on an assignment,”
Reaching into his pockets, he pulled out some coins. Walking over to one part of the room, he looked to her and gave her a simple smile…
“Care for some foosball?”
***
Fairly simple. The earlier chapters will be rather dull, as it is merely a setup for things to come.
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind
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