The lights from oncoming cars hurt his eyes and seemed to penetrate right through his skull. It was a completely dark night, not even a single star shone. His grip on the wheel tightened till his knuckles turned white and his fingers hurt as he tried to calm the raging pain in his chest. Sebastian kept changing the radio station, searching for something good to listen, something soothing. At last he turned the radio off, raking a hand through his hair in frustration. There were thousands of thoughts running through his mind, unprocessed information, and unacceptable truths bursting his brain.
His vision sapped, turning everything in a dimmed, dream-like quality. Building flashed by as greyish color spattered in the air, cars appeared as streaks of light rather than compact matter. Chang
