What Was LeftWhat Was Left by SheWhoRanWithHorses
My hands shook on the steering wheel. The streaking drops pounding on the windshield did all but distract my racing mind. My eyes moved in spasms, barely seeing, barely functioning as frantic shots of fear panged through my chest, threatened to paralyze my body and choke my breathing out. The speed with which I barreled through the dark, soaking back road seemed to slow with every push of the pedal. Nothing could propel me through the night as fast as I wanted, as fast as I needed.
They had found him.
He had disappeared not long before. I couldn't discern days from weeks anymore, so I couldn't exactly tell how long it had been since I'd seen him. We didn't know what had happened. I knew it had something to do with a drink; with some friends; a bad conversation with his girlfriend.
She was at the hospital already.
They found him face down in a ditch near a campsite. He and his friends had gone there for a good time. Drinks and drugs, although I knew he didn't participate in the latter,