[ WP ] You relive the same day over and over again forever

5:11 AM. My eyes open in darkness. I throw off my comforter, stumble to my feet. 
 
 Then I'm running. 
 
 Down the stairs, out the door. Wearing nothing but a white shirt and nylon shorts. I sprint, vaulting over a fire hydrant. 
 
 The city is just waking up, and I've never been happier to live in a shitty second floor studio downtown. People are always awake downtown. People are always moving. And with the sun just hitting the skyline above me, I have just enough time. 
 
 Just enough time to clothesline the bike messenger passing by. Just enough time to jump on his bike and pedal a full block before he can catch his breath. Before he has the opportunity to call the cops. 
 
 Two blocks down, one block over. 5:14 AM. Thank God it's all downhill. Well... mostly downhill. But it's just enough time to knock a businessman walking out of his office after pulling two all-nighters to the ground. Jumping off the bike, I grab his keys. I hear his scream from the fall, broken left leg is a bitch, but I know I only have just enough time. 
 
 Enough time to make it to his yellow sports car, to floor the engine. 0-60 in under seven seconds is quite useful. Especially right now. Look, It's not like he should use it. He would crash, killing a mother and two daughters. His wife, his two kids. He should thank me. 
 
 7 blocks zoom by as a blur, revving the engine faster and faster. Weaving my way down the dreary grey concrete slabs. Passing taxis, early morning vendors. College kids making their way to whatever God-forsaken coffee joint they work at this early in the morning. 5:20 AM. 
 
 Woman walking her dog makes her way into the crosswalk. Shit. Ca n't lose focus. Dodge woman, turn right. Slam the breaks, spin out. Car flips, airbags deploy. Car lands in a smoking heap in the middle of a crosswalk. 5:21 AM. 
 
 I crawl out of the wreckage as the few dreary-eyed people come rushing over. Two blocks. Just two blocks. I run. Blood pounding, also running from my leg. Someone grabs at me, I return a right hook. He's down, I'm running. 5:22 AM. 
 
 I see her as she makes her way through the crosswalk. I see the tanker, brakes out, come barreling towards her. The tanker was two months out of registration, due to not being properly checked. Driver running a suspended license. Gas company did n't give two shits as the guy was always quick to deliver. She does n't hear the horn, music blasting with noise cancelling headphones. 
 
 I had bought her those for our anniversary. 
 
 Truck barrels over her, head hits ground. Given relative flatness of city streets, truck was only going 45 mph. Still enough to crack her skull, internal bleeding and hemorrhaging. Dead in under a minute. 
 
 I'm there, she's in my arms, tears streaming. Shock absorbs the pain, she has just enough energy to put her hand on my cheek, and smile. I try to shush her, as tears roll down my face, clutching her still form. 
 
 Gas seeps out from the tanker, which had veered into a store across the street. Driver's cigarette, of all things, lights the fumes. I hold her tightly as I'm consumed. 5:24 AM. 
 
 5:11 AM. My eyes open in darkness. I throw off my comforter, stumble to my feet. 
 
 Then I'm running. 
 
 EDIT: Grammar and such.
