❝There has to be some way to get out. There just has to be.❞
❝Everybody says that. Then they realize they're stuck. And they stay stuck because they're too scared to do anything else.❞
At first it was like a dream come true...
But it quickly turned...
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I open my eyes and groan as I realize how cramped up my body feels.
Where am I?
God, I really need to stop blacking out.
Then somebody's hand wraps over mine and I'm instantly comforted.
Wait. Whose hand is that?
I try to open my eyes again. Everything I see is slightly blurred around the edges.
Some really weird stuff has been happening to me lately.
More weird than usual.
My vision clears a bit and I see a girl with red hair sitting next to me.
Talia.
For some reason, I was hoping it was Reece.
For some reason.
Boy, do I need to get over him.
I try to sit up but she shakes her head and pushes me back onto the pillow.
"Just try to adjust to everything first." She says.
"Where..." I murmur, closing my eyes tightly as I experience more head pain.
"We're in the car." Talia supplies for me, squeezing my hand.
"What happened?" I ask.
Nick sits in the driver's seat, I assume we're in the backseat right now.
Nick glances at Talia in the mirror, nodding his head.
"Sara. You saw her, right?" Talia asks hesitantly.
"At first it was Logan...but then it wasn't. It was her. And then a bunch of real trippy things went on and I was just like, woah what the-"
Talia holds up a hand to stop me. "Take a breather. We found you in the hallway, you were speaking to the wall. Then you got up and started running past us. You fell and we moved you into the car. We were going to go as quick as possible but, um..." Talia glances at Nick.
"We got a little sidetracked." Nick fills in from the front.
"Then one of them came in. We, uh...he...um..." Talia struggles to finish the sentence, glancing at me apprehensively.
Suddenly a strong smell overtakes my senses. An odd odor wafting from the very back of the car.
I situate myself so I am able to press my face against the door and look through the crack between the seat and the door to see into the back.
A face stares right back at me.
I jump up, my head roughly hitting against the roof of the car.
A person.
There's a person back there.
"Who is that?" I ask in a shaky voice, already worried. I rub my hand over my head, already feeling a knot.
