The Truth From Reality II Panic! at the Disco Fanfic II Brendon Urie

Chapter 1

"See you later, guys!" I waved one last time in front of my camera before I laid it down to end the stream. I sighed. That stream probably went for two hours. My hand is pretty tired right now because I had to carry that thing around for half the time. But, I guess the fans were worth it. Besides, I loved everyone's reaction when I accidentally leaked one second of the song I was working on.

Great! Now I'm thirsty as well.

I didn't want to move. I wanted to just sit in this couch and rest my arms. But, no. My mind kept telling me that my mouth needed me to move and get water for it. Fuck it. I love this couch but I hated it as well.

I grunted as I shifted my weight and pushed myself off the chair with my tired arms.

This is not helping at all.

I walked toward the fridge thinking that I should get this over. Sadly, I stumbled on the counter, hitting my hand on the edge, "Damn it!" I screamed as I jolted my hand away. I rubbed it back and forth before deciding that I was okay.

I dropped myself on the chair then poured water on my glass. I stared at the transparent liquid with such wonder. I probably looked like I was questioning its existence like an idiot. At the end, when the glass was full, I thumped the cylinder on the surface, water spilling on my shirt. I facepalmed.

I stretched my hand to reach for the napkin but jerked when I heard a car honking in front of my house.

I raised a brow wondering who that could be. Moments later, I heard it park in front of my gate. This further raised my suspicion.

I briskly walked toward the window, wanting to find out what was going on. It can't be Sarah, she said she'd be gone for a week and stay at her parents. It can't be anyone I know because I told them I wanted to be alone for the day. It's probably just for a neighbor, though...right? But, if it were, why park at my front gate? Why not theirs? I hoped the driver would still be around so I could talk.

The moment I opened the curtains, that spark of tiny hope faded. I didn't see anyone. I fumbled with the knob and unlocked the door. I twisted it and slowly approached the vehicle. I looked to my left, right, back, and front. And still, I saw nobody. Well, I guess we could still check this car out while the time lasts. I walked around it and, yes, I was totally checking it out. It was pretty cool. It was old but cool kind of old. It reminded me of the car we used for the video of Ms. Jackson. I nodded to myself before finishing off and walking out. I heaved a sigh but I don't know why.

Suddenly, a great deal of air pushed me back when I was inches away from the car. My eyes widened when I lost my balance. I thought I was gonna fall but the wind pulled me off the ground as if it was carrying me. After all that, I felt myself seated on a leather surface.

I'm in the car...Shit! How the hell did that happen?

I felt my shoulder tense and my breathing pacing faster than I could handle. My hands shook but my legs felt trapped. I was trapped.

I tried to leave the car but it crashed against my hand when it closed. I looked away and stared at my reddening hand. I pulled it away from the door and used my other hand instead. But, as I busied myself trying to bring the lock up and escape, it suddenly snapped off, the remains falling on my hand. I threw it away and tried the other side. I received the same results.

I'm running out of options! What the fuck do I do?!? I'm trapped and I don't even know how!

I plunged myself to the passenger seat but instead of finding myself there, the passenger and driver's seat switched sides and I now found myself in front of the wheel. I tried the lock this time but...you can guess. It snapped as well. I looked away from the lock and, when I looked back up, I was seated at the back seat again.