InsaneJournal

Who: Carman Hunter and open
What: Car ran out of gas
Where: In the highway. Uh oh.
When: Monday night

Carman drove out in no where in particular. When she wanted to clear her head, she’d usually just drive. Her hot Starbucks coffee sat in her cup holder and her fingers lifted it up, her lips quickly taking the vanilla taste as she tilted the cup. Placing down the cup she looked straight ahead to the black road. Her eyes were tempted to look at the time, but she dared not to not wanting to know how late it was. It was probably not over 11pm. At least she hoped so. But she changed her mind and wanted to look, and instead of seeing the time, her eyes caught that she barely had any gas left. Her eyes widened and tried looking where she was. The area was vaguely familiar, so she sped down to a gas station.

But it wasn’t enough. Gradually her car slowed down, and she stepped on the gas petal which did nothing, “Oh c’mon, c’mon, don’t do this to me. Not now” she begged the automobile, but it wasn’t like the thing had a heart. It went into a complete stop and she sighed, banging her fists on the steering wheel, “Stupid Carman. Stupid, stupid Carman” she scolded at herself. She walked out of the car and hit the tires, “C’mon, run you stupid thing!” she yelled at it. Her hands grabbed for her bag and searched for her phone…which she has forgotten at him. She let out an exasperated sighed, “You’ve got to be kidding me…”