Her eyes were beautiful as they shimmered in the dim light of the moon. I couldn't look away, I don't believe I've ever seen anything more beautiful. I could see her breath as it came out in short, white bursts; her sleek, black sides heaving in and out quickly. I was terrified because I knew that this amazing creature could kill me just as I easily as I could blink. I was an idiot for even coming out here.. No one knew where I was, I was too far away from any houses to be heard if I screamed, and I was supposed to be on an airplane heading to India. No one would be looking for me for at least twenty four hours...
It started three hours ago. My panic, that is. I was loading up my car so I could drive myself to the airport. I was supposed to be leaving for India.. a trip I've been planning for most of my adult life. I stopped at the end of my driveway to get the mail and discovered a personally addressed envelope. Inside was a four-page, handwritten letter. The kind no one sends anymore. Curiousity forced me to read it while I was sitting in my car. What I read terrified, shocked, and thrilled me all at once. Kaycee had found my father... but he wasn't exactly the kind of father I'd been looking for.
So I drove to the airport, but I kept going. Past the first expressway that would take me to one set of parking garages... then past another... and finally past the third... I kept going. Never taking any exit, finally the interstate turned into a highway. I must have taken an exit somewhere without realizing it. I knew where I was, I knew where I was going, yet I was quite concious. Autopilot, just driving without thought or reaction. I don't even know if I was blinking. Kaycee had found my father... That was the only thing I was aware of, the only thought running through my mind. My surroundings seemed to melt, from shopping centers to houses, houses to farms, and finally farms to nature. It was getting dark now, how long had I been driving? Four hours? Five hours? I had no idea...
It started three hours ago. My panic, that is. I was loading up my car so I could drive myself to the airport. I was supposed to be leaving for India.. a trip I've been planning for most of my adult life. I stopped at the end of my driveway to get the mail and discovered a personally addressed envelope. Inside was a four-page, handwritten letter. The kind no one sends anymore. Curiousity forced me to read it while I was sitting in my car. What I read terrified, shocked, and thrilled me all at once. Kaycee had found my father... but he wasn't exactly the kind of father I'd been looking for.
So I drove to the airport, but I kept going. Past the first expressway that would take me to one set of parking garages... then past another... and finally past the third... I kept going. Never taking any exit, finally the interstate turned into a highway. I must have taken an exit somewhere without realizing it. I knew where I was, I knew where I was going, yet I was quite concious. Autopilot, just driving without thought or reaction. I don't even know if I was blinking. Kaycee had found my father... That was the only thing I was aware of, the only thought running through my mind. My surroundings seemed to melt, from shopping centers to houses, houses to farms, and finally farms to nature. It was getting dark now, how long had I been driving? Four hours? Five hours? I had no idea...
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