Chapter 2

The rest of the week just got better. The coolest thing was that my parents bought me a car. I'm not sure what kind of car because I don't really care about that kind of stuff. All I know is that it is a nice one. I have been waiting for my own car forever! I am so excited that I won't have to wait for one of the parents to come home so that I can use theirs. I've been driving it around a lot since I got it.

I was happy to show my friends my new car. They were excited for me. I took them places in it, but the guys kept encouraging me to drive like a maniac. One time I actually gave into the peer pressure and almost got into a wreck. I'll never do that again.

I've been in my car ever since I got it. I even go in there to study. Or, if I need to clear my head, I'll just go for a ride. Which is actually what I'm doing right now.

It was a long day at school today; I couldn't take the pressure of everybody. There were a butt load of girls telling me how lucky I am that I'm going to prom with Bryan Warr, and there were even more girls who wanted to rip my hair out. So when the bell rang, I went straight to my car and drove without any knowledge of what direction I was going. The sad thing is, now I'm lost. I don't recall ever being here before. I'm not even sure how long I've been gone. It is dark…so maybe four hours?

There were no streetlights, houses, or cars. I don't remember the last time I saw a car in my journey. All I could see in this darkness was field.

Panic started to overtake me. It wasn't just panic, but there's no telling what else I was feeling. It wasn't anything good. So I pulled over. I looked behind me, but didn't see anything but darkness. The same in every other direction I looked. I had my lights on, but it didn't seem to be making a difference. I reached in my bag for my phone. Breathing deeply, I started to dial my dad's cell number. I held the phone up to my ear and waited for it to ring. Nothing happened, so I thought that maybe my call failed. Right before I hung up to redial, I heard something on the other end of the phone.

"Dad!" I yelled in desperation. I waited a couple seconds for him to respond but there was nothing. "Dad, are you there? I need your help!" Once again, there was no answer. My breathing got deeper, and my hands started to shake. Tears started to fill my eyes. "Dad, please!"

"That's my car!" I gasped in horror. The voice wasn't my father's voice. I didn't know how to respond. I looked at my cell phone screen, and saw that I never pressed the send button. My phone never even called anybody. If I never called anybody, then how could I hear something through my phone?

"Who is this?" I whispered into the phone. There was no response. I needed to get out of here.

I threw the car into drive, and slammed on the gas. But the car didn't move. It moaned and turned off, leaving no source of light. The strangest feeling started to overpower me, suffocating me. It wasn't fear. There's no way to explain what this was. All I know is that it was a feeling of…evil.

I started clawing at my throat, as if there were hands choking me. I couldn't breathe. Every muscle in my body started to panic, and I couldn't move. My lungs were burning, and my mind started to get groggy. My eyesight started to fade. I knew I was about to die, but I didn't want to give up. I was going to try to get out of the car.

I was tied down to my chair from my seatbelt and was too weak to unbuckle it; my mind was no longer able to think clearly. I wasn't able to move.

I couldn't get out of the car. The pain in my lungs was too bad and I couldn't think of anything except how badly I needed air. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get it.

The burning in my lungs started to fade, along with my vision. I could no longer make sense of my thoughts. Everything around me was suddenly like a dream.

I never wanted to die like this. I never wanted to die this young. I had a whole future ahead of me. I still had prom to go to. I don't care who I go to prom with, even if it is Bryan Warr. I just wished more than anything at that moment, that I could see his beautiful face. I wished that his arms were around my waste and that we were dancing to a slow song.

I wished that I could see my mom and my dad. I wished that they were here to hold my hand. I wished I wasn't alone.

Ring, ring.

Whatever had been choking me, suddenly let go. I gasped in as much air as I possibly could. Vision started to fill my eyes once more. Grogginess subsided from my mind. I unbuckled my seatbelt, and ran out of my car. Still trying to breathe, I hear my phone ringing.

Ignoring my phone, I went to the other side of the road and sat down; looking at the now very creepy vehicle. I tried to decide how I was going to get home. No way was I going to go back into the car. But there is also no way that anybody is going to drive by any time soon. So the only way out was to drive. Or I could call someone.

My phone! I should have answered it! Why didn't I answer it, or at least grab it before I left the car? I need it. I guess that my only option is to go back.

I got up, and slowly walked to the car. My breathing wasn't quite back to normal yet, but I tried to be as quiet as I could. As if it was going to eat me, I cautiously reached for the handle. Once I came to the conclusion that it wasn't going to attack me, I pulled. I jumped away once the door opened, but continued my course to the phone. I made sure I saw it (on the floor next to the driver's seat) before I lunged.

The screaming was very loud and painful. It filled the car, and echoed through the fields. It kept going and going, never stopping to take a breath. The scary thing is that it wasn't me who was screaming.