[WP] You witness a car crash minutes after a news report shows the same crash.

Media. The fucking goddamn media.

Since the development of telecommunications, media has been the forefront of my daily, monotonous, mundane life. Go figure. Click a button and the journey begins. Cartoons. Click. Some reality TV bullshit show about some waste of a human who needs to quit it with the spray tan. Click. Some cult classic film filled with "abstract concepts" and "philosophies" that people try so hard to espouse into their ordinary lives... oh, and don't get me started on those quotes and how these idiots stay plastering them on their bedroom walls, reciting them like they're some hymn or some passage in the Bible or whatever holy book you can think of. Damn, I can't even describe how much that makes me cringe. If I could buy the damn DVD and slap em in the face with it then proceed to tell them they'll never be able to live up to the themes in the movie, well that... that would bring me so much joy. I think it's about time I got a little bit of fresh air.

In days like these, my favorite escape is driving. Driving anywhere, driving so fast the dashed lines blend into one line, driving so fast I should've probably gotten my license suspended already. I'm down for anything as long as it gives me a rush. But I'm starting to think that today wasn't the best day to do something like that. In fact, it probably might not end well.

To start it's Labor Day, the day where all these work-a-holic office fiends go home and have a day of relaxation, maybe party with some buddies, really just have a wonderful day doing something with someone special. Well, it wasn't quite like that this year. You see, usually I just stay at home and go to work, designing websites here and there, getting shit from my boss. I can't say I really have too many friends. Just a bunch of acquaintances that don't mind me being around. Maybe it's cause they take my insults as sarcasm? Yeah, it's definitely sarcasm. Well, anyway, I don't really dread my life. I've trudged on like the little fuckin' trooper I am.

Anyway, I digress. This labor day, it wasn't bustling like it usually was. I guess you can take into account the huge torrential downpour that was occurring at the time but that's just my guess. So my smart-ass decided it was a great idea to go for a drive in my little 2015 BMW M3 and man, did I love it! I loved the elegance, the smell of the leather interior, the swiftness and gracefulness between each shift, oh and the sound of that downshift. Maybe, it was my first car that I paid for by myself but I couldn't imagine life without this wonderful piece of machinery. Drowning out the bullshit in life increased exponentially.

Well, I ended up driving out with my baby on the Cross Island, speeding down and suddenly I heard my engine stalling. I knew I was shifting correctly but it continued to persist. You see, I'm thinking, "Fuck, was it all the tune-ups I've been doing at home? Wait, fuck, was it all the drifting I've been doing? No, God fuck, was it all racing I've been doing?" Eventually, I start losing momentum and pull up on the shoulder and here I am, stuck in the highway, in the middle of a fuckin' monsoon, while everyone’s home on Labor Day.

I could call the cops, but I'm getting a minuscule amount of service. What a piss off. First off my baby's dying on me and I'm stuck here when I should be running from the cops for speeding my ass off on the highway. Whatever. Maybe I can bump some tunes and get my mind right. Fuck. The Internet isn't working so I can't listen to mostly anything on my SoundCloud playlist without getting frustrated every single second cause half the songs are perpetually stuck on the buffering screen. Okay, great. Maybe I'll try some radio. I immediately hear Uptown Funk and decide that maybe music isn't a good idea after deliberating whether to break my speakers or simply stab myself in the eardrums. I guess I'll go to AM 880 and hear what's on the news.

I began to remember why I went on drives in the first place. Oh hear this, more Palestine vs Israel. What happened to Boko Haram? It was being covered left and right a few months ago. Now the girl's got married off. Is that suddenly not important now? Oh, something about some idiot in SoCal who killed his poodle. I mean, poodles are great and everything but what the fuck happened to Ebola? I feel like that's the question of this century? Before it seemed like everyone was at risk of dying and now it's not even spoken about. People are dying in Liberia left in right because of Ebola but when it hits America we talk about it until we find a cure and drop the issue so we don't have to deal with helping these poor motherfuckers? The fuck? The hell is wrong with American media? these reporters take all of this intel and regurgitate it in the most impactful ways. They tend to veer from the original story. We throw in a mix of emotions and snippets of conversations and interviews. They put it all together like a motherfuckin movie and try to incite these emotions that can either glorify or completely ruin lives. It's fucking disgusting.

Oh and now for some local news! The best part! Which teenager died of heroine in Long Island today? I don't even know! You tell me reporter. Oh something about an accident on the Cross Island. Hey, I'm on the Cross Island, maybe I can get help. I guess I'll put my emergency lights on. Well, it seems a red Acura Integra Type-R... -Oh you don't even have to tell me twice. Guy probably was speeding like the little Import God he is-... had a huge accident with storage truck. Now, I'm really swallowing my words. That had to have been fatal. I can't help but feel for the poor bastard, it could've easily been me being the little German automotive fanatic I am. Ah, fuck this morbid shit. Hopefully an ambulance is gonna notice me and pick me up.

I guess I'll just rummage through these old CDs and put on something to lighten the mood. Almost forgot I owned a couple of these bad boys. I’ll just pop in an old Linkin Park CD and start vibing. Damn that sound is coming closer real quick. Damn that car is going at an insanely high velocity, accelerating so rapidly. It's actually blurring, a metallic red blur, like some Photoshop effect. Man, now I’m really thirsting for some speed. I really wanna get the fuck out—

What was that?

Well, shit, in a moment, that blur turned into a scene where a body was splayed on the ground a car spinning ferociously and a truck, I guess attempting to turn out of the lane where the car was originally in.

What's this foreboding feeling I've got in my chest? Why is the report resonating in the back of my head? Why am I the only one here?

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