Is This Real?

~Chapter 3~

I open my eyes and find that I'm in the cream-coloured leather passenger seat of a car. I look out the windscreen and see that's it's a black car. The same black car as before. The one at school. Sadly I don't know anything about cars so I have no idea how to tell someone what car I'm in.

What am I going to do?!

I try to scream but something keeps my mouth shut. I look down at my mouth and find that it's covered by duck tape. I wiggle my mouth around to try and get it off but fail miserably. My hands. I'm such an idiot. I try to lift my hands to my face but they don't move.

What the?..

I look down at my body and realise I'm tied to the chair. I squirm and wiggle and try to get out but the rope doesn't budge.

Oh no..

Hang on a sec. I'm moving. The car is moving! We're on a freeway! That means someone's driving..

I don't want to look!!

I have to. I slowly turn my head to see the driver. The driver is a dirty man, who looks like he's in his early 50's. He's wearing dark blue denim jeans that have dirt stains on the knees, a white shirt that also has dirt and grass stains and a thin gold necklace with a small locket on it.

I wonder what's in the locket..

He has dirt on his face and his dark mid-length hair looks like he's just woken up from a restless sleep.

Jack..

He has the same hair as Jack. I look closely at the man and notice he has bright blue eyes and a pointy nose. He is quite ugly but I can imagine him being better looking when he was young and clean.

He looks at me and I jump, trying to scream, but the duck tape keeps my mouth shut. I freak out and squirm and wiggle all over the place, trying to get free.

I have to get out of here!!

"Sshhhhh," he soothes, smiling calmly.

How can he be calm?! How can he expect me to be calm?! Not happening buddy! I scream in my head.

"Hey.. Calm down.." he says nicely. "It's okay.."

NO IT'S BLOODY NOT!

I squirm more and more but still the rope doesn't move so I give up. I slump in the chair.

"Now that's more like it, nice and calm, good girl.." He smiles at me and I close my eyes tightly.

This can't be real.. It just can't.

"Hush little baby don't say a word, papa's gonna buy you a mocking bird," he sings softly.

What the?

"And if that mocking bird won't sing, papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring"

This can't be real. I'm dreaming. I try to pinch myself mentally.

"And if that diamond ring turns brass, papa's gonna buy you a looking glass."

Stop singing! Go away!!

I shut my eyes tighter, trying to make it go away and when I open my eyes again, I find I'm in the same black car, with the same creepy man. I take a quick glance at him and immediately wish I hadn't. He's smiling nicely again..