Open w/ Alisha)) I'm walking home from work and finger my bag with narrowed eyes. I don't know who could be around here seeing as I've been here for only a few short weeks. One hand itched for the gun hidden well under my skirt while the other held onto my bag. I would probably gut the next person who tried talking to me.
I screamed from the back seat, hoping they would slow down, if not stop. They sped up, faster and faster by the moment. I felt my stomach jump, with every bump on the road. I grabbed the seat in front of me, hoping to catch my breath. I soon realized there was a monstrous car racing straight toward the car I sit in. I pleaded more-so, praying someone would back out in the instant, but it was too late.