Being Kidnapped By Taylor Swift

Chapter Four: Pondering In The Dark

I sat there in the darkness, unbelieving at what had just happened. Had Taylor Swift really kidnapped me? No, this was a dream, it had to be. In a matter of minutes I'd wake up in my bed, after a fun night at Taylor's Concert. It seemed so real though.

If this was real, what did Taylor want with me? She was so vague in those answers, like she was trying to hide something. Now that I think about it, there was a little bit of fear in her voice, like she was scared of something. Scared of what?

All these questions raced through my mind. I became very scared, alone in the dark. I started to cry. I missed my home, and my parents, my parents must be worried sick about me.

Then I thought about Taylor, Taylor Swift, my only friend(well my friend in the sense that I explained before), the person I went to every time I felt sad or angry or happy. I always listened to Taylor's music, anytime I needed comfort. She was always there for me. Was the real Taylor really a bad person, not the saint I had imagined, every time I listened to her music? I dreaded the thought.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the basement door opened and light poured into the room, just as it did before. In the door way was Taylor holding two bowls. "Ready to eat?" she asked with a warm smile.