i hate cars i hate driving them i hate riding in them for some reason, other people enjoy cars i don’t understand those other people for me, cars are evil cars take people away away and you’ll never see them again i wasn’t always distrustful of cars once upon a time, i used to enjoy them the family would go on road trips see the state and find new adventures i was six then i was naive there’s a reason i’m so distrustful of cars i don’t have a phobia i simply hate them my psychologist says there’s nothing wrong with them i disagree cars hurt they **** and destroy they take away love and replace it with pain, tears, and grief and flowers there’s always flowers hundreds of flowers, filling the house and suffocating you slowly killing you cars are dangerous i don’t see why most people don’t realize that i hate them for one reason they take away and never give back it happened a year ago it was an accident my mother died there was a drunk driver he hit her at an intersection he was fine she died instantly she didn’t feel the pain of the crash the rest of us did we felt the pain of the crash the crash that destroyed our lives we all had our own personal demons after that my father buried my mother he then buried himself in work and scotch my oldest brother locked out the crash he then locked himself in his bedroom my other brother never found closure he then was never found at home i lost my mother i then lost myself we were all broken this happened for months until i... i said ‘enough’ i ran away that’s all i am a runaway a scared child who couldn’t return home because... she was being suffocated she couldn’t breathe she couldn’t live i i couldn’t live it was an accident i wasn’t as careful as i should have been it was dark and rainy the anniversary of the first accident the anniversary of my mother’s death i was it by a car my oldest brother was driving he was looking for me it had only been a week a week since i left i almost died that night or so i’m told i almost died i should have died these days, we’re doing better there’s still a hole in our hearts there always will be a hole but it’s less painful now my father has stopped drowning in alcohol my oldest brother has stopped staying in my other brother has stopped staying out and for me? i’m still lost but not as lost as i once was