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Alive
I tell myself I’ll only be gone 15 minutes, 20 tops. I glance at the clock. The bright red text reads 2:37 AM, daring me to leave the comfort of my room. Quickly, I stuff my pillows under my sheets and grab my backpack. Doing a once-over, I slide my window up and climb outside. I rush to my bike and ride out the the end of my driveway. Now or never, I think. With a deep breath, I push off the pedal and bike onto the road.
The wind whips my hair around as I’m flying down the street, the cold bites my nose and ears. Never have I been more reckless, but never have I been more free. I curve down a hill and I can feel myself going faster, and faster, and faster, and faster. The world blurs by around me, and my eyes are watering. I can faintly recall the outline of the warm orange light radiating from the street lamps. For a second- just for a second- I close my eyes, truly feeling the impurities of the road under my bike. When I open my eyes, light. Headlights. I hear a horn honk from somewhere in the distance, like I’m hearing the world from under water. I subconsciously swerve the handles to the side, while my brain is still trying to catch up.
Before I know it, I flip over my bike and land on my back. The world is swaying, and my eyes are flashing with blinding light. I try to focus on something, but there's nothing to focus on. I just wanted to feel something, I tell myself. I just wanted for once in my life to feel alive. It seems that time went by, but I can’t tell. Slowly, my vision returns to normal, and I can see the sky, which is still dark, thankfully. My head is still foggy, and there's an acute pain somewhere, maybe in my ribs, I don’t know. I sigh, and I give up trying to think. I can’t help but notice the stars. If I concentrate hard enough I can make out some constellations. There, Orion and his fancy belt. The Little Dipper, I always loved that one. I lied there until morning, watching the stars fade away and streaks of light grow until the sun peaked on the horizon. At least I found what I was looking for, I realized. With a stupid grin on my face, I closed my eyes, and finally felt my body settle.

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