HIGHWAY

5

The darkness outside filled itself with ghostly shadows and unknown deep mysteries was nothing to what this guy emitted who sat beside to me.

The bus was quite and almost every passenger was asleep. I could confidently tell that because it was so damn quite that it made me sit straight to turn over my seat and check.

A part of me only mocked me telling me that this was an excuse in actual what if I scream what if something happened to me, I was the only one awake with this dangerous guy sitting next to me. A fresher in this insomniac course, that is me, was afraid to stay up at this hour alone with him. I wanted at least someone to be up as well, knowning the driver was there but what if I needed some help I knew he would not be able to provide me with his best help. Damn, he might not even know that I need help.

His eyes were still set forward with his jaw clenched and his fingers laced together he sat like a mannequin. I followed his eyes and saw what he was looking at. It was that black LED screen which he found fascinating. I didn't dare to turn my gaze at him instead I looked outside back into the darkness.

Silence it was all it is. Just silence outside as well as inside. And a newborn fear inside of me with millions of questions that I kept asking myself if I can still go back even if I didn't want to. I was past regret or guilt now. The only thing in me was that fear. I couldn't decipher if this silence was all I wanted right now to sooth me or it was giving me time to think and get lost in deep questions reasking myself about my actions.

Which was soon interupted by a loud screech. Screech of tires. It was when I felt my body collide with the seat in front of me that I realised that it was our bus. My wish for somebody to wake up was finally answered as the sudden hault of the bus made everyone jolt and awake.

A series of cussing and discomfort began once again among the passengers. And expectedly the body sitting next to me was supposed to be still and relaxed, but this time he was not here. The seat was empty.

I frowned.

When I looked up from his seat all my questions were answered.

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He

Had

A

Gun.

If that didn't make me cross the anxiety level then the fact that it was pointing straight to my face surely did.

Another brand new set of questions flashed through my mind. All starting with 'Why' again. Why me? Why do he has a gun? Why is he pointing a gun to my face? Why is he standing next to his seat? Why is he doing this?

My lips quivered and it was only a miracle that I didn't pass out yet.

The last time when I saw a real gun was never. This was a real one and the way he held it seemed that he was no way near joking. Neither was it a right time for joke. In the middle of a highway past midnight making a bus stop and waking everybody up.

People. I didn't even turn to look at them. Their gasps and horrified voices made it needless. My eyes didn't dare make a move they were glued to the gun and on the person who was holding it.

Nobody can pull out a gun just for a little meaningless forced conversation. Did I irritated him that much? Was he going to kill me now?

I gulped at the thought.

"Get up, DEE" He half ordered half pured by stretching the E at the end of my nickname. And I hated myself for ever opening my mouth.

It had hardly been three four hours of me running away from my birth town and I had already landed myself in such a huge trouble I might never make out alive.