Chapter 1: London Bridge is falling down...

Green light – Simon says go.

The hack driver put the carriage in motion. It was like 2 feet on the tires, hitting bumps and curves. They ran through puddles of neon lights; slowly. Muddled raindrops would wave at me and my window would cry a stream of tears. The splash was a soothing sound, yeah, like the sound of sweet nothings. The window wipers swayed back and forth rhythmically. They sang the blues with me.The view from back here was a nocturne. City lights shimmered in the shady sky. Time was moving with my eyes. Motley of color kept passing me by. I wished to see this painting again. I rested my head against the waterless window. My barely buckled body was a creative writer, leaning to the left. I was tired – tired of everyone, and tired of the world. I just wanted to leave.

“AAAAAAHHHH!” I yelled out loud for the world to hear.
The driver stared at me in the rear view mirror. His jet black hair was wetter than the mats on the car floor. His blue eyes and smile gave me a sense of ease.
I shut my eyes and imagined leaving; leaving the world. I was flying through the tainted atmosphere and into outer space; my new home. I was Superwoman with a clean smile. I was weightless with my vanishing problems. I was happy. But my senseless imagination was flushed with a river. I came crashing down towards planet Earth, spinning like a top. Kryptonite swallowed my pride I was burning like I was at the gateway to hell. I was falling into a pit of loneliness.
“Yu wawnna tawk aboooooooout it?” he said loudly, snapping me out of my daze.
“It’s OWH K if yu dohn feyul tha naeed tu. I ain’t preshrin’ ya,” he said with a joyful fake smile. Americans - they always wanna know the scandal.I ignored him.
“Sharing feelings is for brushmen and single birds, get me?” Honestly…it was none of his business.
The hack came to a halt.

Red light – Simon says stop.

My eyes were wandering the gray ceiling. I saw him turn around to look at me again. Peace was in the air.But he broke it.
“Ah’ve had thowse daze too, when yah down in tha dumps awwwwll the time and dohn feel laike tawkin’. Ah’ve been therer. Ah was a fowstah chaaild fo’ manay years. Ahh know…”
His words were silenced by my focus on the outside. The radio was on. The station had more static than a cheap TV.

Green light – Simon says go.

He slowly stepped on the pedal, while facing my nearly soulless self.
“Mahh’am does…”
A dazzling beam of white lights tiptoed into a crevice of my vision. The hack driver swerved to the right. The moonlight shone on the soaring car.I was thrown into bliss. Time was slower than the clouds. I was flying, flying like a songbird, seen. I wanted to stop, but my body kept going.My head hit a hard lucid pillow faster than my eyes shut. I was falling, falling into a world of nothingness. My mind fell asleep to a broken melody. It was a rainy night.

Red light – Simon says stop – you’re out.