Late Night Story; Blink

blink; by viv

I stare at the ceiling in my dark room, watch the fan swing around on this hot summer night. My friends are out partying, but that's not my thing. Antisocial is my middle name. Blink. Blink. What seems like hours go by. I check my phone, 4:18am. No notifications. I decide to crawl to my desk, grab my earbuds, and listen to some music.
I let my soul fill with the deep meanings and rhythms. My mind floats with thoughts of how I relate to these dark, solemn songs. I feel warm and cozy, dreaming of the california beaches in the songs, being free. No anxiety, no regrets, just wild and free. Wishing I could live that lifestyle, I get my hoodie on, some shorts, my old sneakers I've had since middle school. Starting down the stairs, I realize what I am doing is wrong but right. I grab my keys, some money, and write a note on the fridge saying, "thanks for everything". Legally, I can leave home without anything holding me back. Midnight marked my eighteenth birthday. 
I get in my car, older than me, and head out the driveway. I couldn't live in this little town where nothing happened. I headed to the gas station around the corner, which was empty, and climbed the roof of it. Goodbye, Minnesota. 
I hopped off, and ran to my car, blasted music, and raced on the freeway. Heaven knows where I'm going, but it sure has to be better than this place. My heart pumps with adrenaline, knowing that I will never see my parents ever again. At least it would be less harsh on my non-existent siblings. Blink. Blink.
The time says 6:28, and the sun is rising.
It's official. I'm finally free.

*this story is in now way real,it was just a 4am idea. Please give credit if you share it*

aaaaanyways, stay sassy.
-Viiv