1 @page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } Chapter 2 Amy I’ve been on the road for days now. My shabby car is rattling, but it still manages to drive somehow. I feel lucky I still kept this old thing. That was one thing I did right. Never say goodbye to your old shit if your new shit is unreliable, or in other words, Ronnie. I smirk and turn on the radio. The country songs keep me company and drown out the noise in my head. I’ve been pretending since I left; pretending that I don’t feel anything. I just don’t want to fall apart right now. I need to get away from my old life, leave everything behind, and get my mind straight. I know it’s a long shot, but I’d be so happy if I could feel absolutely nothing, if only just for a little while. I peer out the window and enjoy the scenery. Endless patches of wheat, grass, untilled soil, and barely sprouted seeds cover the land, stretching to the horizon. Some grassland has livestock grazing on it, like cows and sheep.
