Bribes? They Are Working

I was encouraged to start driving to school again.  My dad thought that buying me a car would help inspire me to drive.  It worked to be honest.  It's not exactly a car. Its blue and shiny, it's an SUV, and it might be a Mercedes and it may be brand new.  You don't need to know the price.  I call it a truck, because it's easier and it sounds cooler.
I still don't drive that often.  Sometimes even getting into a car stresses me out.  Sometimes, when I get into a car my memory becomes vivid and I don't realize that it is just a memory.  My mouth goes dry and I feel nauseous.  I feel like my stomach has been stabbed and the knife has been left to sit there, my stomach cramps around the blade.  Sometimes, I can feel the warm thick blood dripping down my leg.
I drove to school today. I was slightly comforted by knowing that I was the only one in the truck.  I got to school fine.  I pulled into a parking spot near the back ten minutes before school started.  I put the truck in park and then slowly released the break.  I rested my elbows on the steering wheel and covered my face with the palms of my hands, fingers in my hair.  I took deep breaths and told myself that I got to school, that I did fine, that I would be fine. I sat there still to afraid to get out of the truck.  I know it's strange,  the very thing that scares me is the thing that I can't seem to leave.  I turned on the radio.  Grenade, Bruno Mars.  I turned it off again.  I felt like I might puke.  I put the window down to get some cold air on my face.  I took a deep breath of the air and my throat felt like ice.  I put the window back up again. pushed the emission to turn the car off.  
I don't know if people were staring at me, or my Mercedes, maybe both. I'm not really sure but I was feeling even more uncomfortable with the stares.  
I sat in the car a few more minutes before going inside.  Class had already started but I had a look of great distress still on my face as I walked into Biology.  She looked up, saw me and her stern look turned into compassion.  She sighed, "William, nice of you to finally join us. You're seat is still waiting."
And the day went on without a problem.