I nibble my nails feeling scared. We have been driving for over four hours without stopping. My bladder is so full but I’m so scared to ask them to stop. The whole ride consists of complete silence and it’s kind of freaking me out. I keep my face out the window, staring at the passing cars or the giant trees, waving at me in the strong wind. I feel warm and sweaty and I just want to stand, feeling stiffness in my whole body. Even though I’m a quiet person, I’m suffering in the sound of silence. The beat in my heart is the only thing I can count on. The only thing I can count on. I grip my thumb hard in my hand, wondering every second where they can possibly take me. How far am I from home? The boards with names of places on the sideways are unknown to me. I bite my lips to keep my
