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"Leave a message."

I hung up and pressed her name again.

It rang three rings–
"Leave a message."

A horn came from the driver beside me and I swerved back over into my lane. Then removed my hand to press her name again.

Two rings–
"Leave a message."

I slapped at the tears on my face, drying my fingers on my stained sweatpants, and pressed her name again.

One ring–
"Leave a message." I threw the flip phone at the passenger seat.

My foot pressed down into the gas pedal, sending me down the road. As time flew, everything began blending further into a blur.

Everything but the red and blue lights suddenly in my rear view mirror.

I blinked a few times, trying to remember where the blinkers to the car were. When the windshield wipers started speeding up, I finally just got over without warning.

The car scraped against the metal railing and I exhaled in defeat, shifting into park.

The officer seemed to be at my door in a flash, knocking on my window.

I looked at him and then my door where I knew the controls were. The window rolled down.

"Ma'am.. Are you aware of how fast and reckless you were driving?"

I opened the door.

"I-I need to go to the hospital."

From a distance, he seemed to visibly inspect me, "Where is your injury located?"

"No I— my son, I think. I think he's.." I choked, putting a hand to my chest, trying to find my words through the heavy lump in my throat, "He's.. H-He.. I-I read.. well I.. I think I read.."

"Have a seat ma'am," he interrupted.

I looked down to see myself standing in front of him, hands reaching out to him. His hands, in contrast, rested on something in a holster. I allowed my hands to drop and then brought them up to my face. "Please hear me out. I'm not crazy–"

"Have a seat," he repeated, less friendly.

I rubbed my face and sat down.

"Are there any weapons in the car?"

"No."

"Have you been drinking today?"

"I just need to get to my son."

"Answer the question I asked."

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