She lived in an apartment building just off a main road that led to a bridge. The whooshing sound of cars driving by her street was a constant white noise reminding her that there was a whole world outside of the walls she lived in.
She could keep time by the sounds of the cars. She knew it was close to dawn when the slow trickle of cars drove passed, one after the other, taking their time on an empty road stretched out in front of them. Slowly it would pick up, the trickle turning into a steady stream as the sun broke through her front window. Not long after she would turn on the radio to drown out the hour long wave of morning commuters that honked their horns and shouted at each other, giving no thought to those who lived lives different from them.
She couldn't hear anything above the tires screeching, it was so loud she was sure she would be able to see the car swerving down the street if she got out of bed and looked out her window. But she didn't get up, not yet. She lay still in her bed listening and waiting with her eyes pointing toward the sound and the lights from the street lamp coming in through her front window. Her heart beat hard as the noise continued, it sounded dangerous, she wondered how many more seconds would pass before it stopped.
In her head she could hear what the crash would sound like. She had heard many living off that main road next to a four way stop. She could tell without looking if it was a head on collision or a rear ender or a t bone. It all had to do with the sound of metal and how much it crunched. When she heard glass break she knew the sound of sirens would follow. She imagined the impact this screeching car would have. There would be lots of metal crunching as the car impacted with one of the buildings or broad trees that lined the street, and there would be the sound of glass exploding and then raining down onto the pavement. It would happen so quickly the different sounds would become one, giving a layered depth to the voice of the crash. Before she began to imagine the strain of her neighbours shouting for help and for someone to call 911 the screeching stopped and the usual night silence took over as if nothing had happened.