Wake Up Call: Honesty Comes First

Dream To Nightmare

Weeks past and Chris and Jake became close friends, they were both going to the cafe, Chris ended up getting in Jakes car because his broke down. Little did he know that would be this last time he saw the outside world. Jake took a left, going right past the cafe. "You passed the cafe, Jake." Chris looked at Jake with concern and confusion. Jake answered with a cold, rough, two words that made Chris panic. "I know." Chris began to realize what wasa happening and quickly began searching for a way out, but he wasn't able to scream for help seeing a lump of fear was preventing his mouth from moving, and the fear also affected his arms so he wasn't able to fight Jake. He squirmed but it was no use, he felt a pain in his arm and yawned, he looked at his arm and realized it wasn't fear weighing him down, it was a drug. It took affect slowly, Chris's energy draining from him slowly. Chris's eyes began to feel heavy, slowly shutting. Fear rushed through him, he didn't know what would happen to him when he woke. When he did wake up, his throat was dry and his vision was fuzzy. It took him awhile for his vision to adjust and realize where he was. He was in Jake's basement, tied to a chair. There was blood around the walls and a heavy stench of rotting corpses. He was hanging from his hands, his body was sore and his mouth felt like a desert. He saw a shadow coming down to the basement, he began shaking as he noticed the shadow of a knife. As he looked closer he noticed it was Chris. He relaxed a little but he was still on edge. "I see you've woken, Chris." Chris gave his best attempt to speak "Where a-am I?" His voice sounded hoarse. Jakes mouth curled into a wicked smile as he spoke. "You're at home. This is your home now." Chris looked petrified at this point, tears began to flood his eyes, he started to squirm "N-No its not! Please, t-this isn't where I belong.." Chris closed his eyes and the tears began to flood out. Jake began to frown "Y-You don't like it?" Chris began to feel feel scared again so he lied. "N-No! I love it..."
Jake's eyes looked like fireballs "I know you're lying." He sliced Chris' hip, but not very deep. Chris screamed and Jake snapped at him "SHUT UP, I HAVE PEOPLE UPSTAIRS" Chris nodded slowly holding back tears that threatened to flow. "I'll be right back." Jake walked back upstairs with his knife. Chris began to sob, but tried his best to be quiet. Chris looked around the room, noticing a camera filming his every move. "Why would someone want to watch this?" He though to himself, "What did I do wrong?" He said silently to himself. This has to be a nightmare, a sick and twisted nightmare.