(A/N) So, was that last chapter... oh... shall i say, confusing? Yes no? okay... so well here goes chapter 4

Taylor awoke to soft music -what sounded like elevator music.

Her vision wasn't all that great. Blurry. Everything seemed to be in a spin.

She couldn't even keep her eyes ajar for 2 seconds.

They would open and close, showing a very blurry white scenery with a bunch of 3 feet blurs of other colors in which she couldn't make out.

And strong arms under her. She could feel them carrying her.

Once her eyes did open, she let out a soft moan and her hand daintily and slowly made its way to her forehead.

Troy looked down at her and realized that she was awake. "Hey... how are you?"

Taylor closed her eyes and she faintly said, "Not... okay."

Her heart was pounding, her head was beating, sweat began its toll at her neck and forehead.

She opened her eyes and saw that she was in...a gas station?

"Troy?" she murmured.

"Yeah?"

"Why are we in a gas station? And what happened? We crashed!"

"What? What the hell are you talking about...? Thats what you must have been doing. Y'know during your black out?" He looked her up and down. "Hey, can you stand?" He asked, setting her down to the ground.

"I can stand and what do you mean black out. I did not black out! You made us crash!"

"No... I didn't" He insisted. "Obviously, we are standing here, alive. You... you freaked me out back there. You just... started..." He threw his arms out "shaking... a-and your eyes! They rolled back into your head."

"Troy, what are you talking about?" She looked at her surroundings only to find people in the restaurant area staring as well as the clerk behind the counter. " Look, forget it. I need a bathroom."

"Hey, you got a bathroom here?"

"Yeah go through there, and to your right."

Taylor noticed that the clerks eyes were crossed. "Okay...Thanks. Mr. Creepy." The last part she let slip out under her breath.

She walked through the aisles of the restaurant half, and noticed Mr. Creepy's two cousins. They too were staring like she was crazy. Their eyes, she noticed, followed her all the way to the bathroom door.

She closed the door and noticed the entire room looked as if it was filled with water and mud for 12 years. "Ugh God, gross."

She went in the stall, finished up, and then didn't dare to touch the toilet handle to flush. She lifted her foot and pressed the handle. Grabbing some tissue, she opened the stall door and used the tissue to turn on the faucet.

First brown, then yellow, and finally clear water, she washed her hands. Drying them on her pants, she headed tot he door. '

She tried to open the door but it didn't budge. Taylor twisted the knob pulling as tight as she could as the fear began to course through her body. Anxiety.

She started screaming and yelling and banging on the door for anyone. Anyone to come and get her out.

The fear now, made her gasp for gulps of air. Hyperventilating. "Help!! Someone! Help me!" Tears began to swell and sting in her eyes.

"PLEASE HELP ME I'M IN THE BATHROOM! ANYONE!" She was still pulling at the knob as much as she could, so much that it came off.

When the knob popped off, her hyperventilation completely stopped and she slowly put the knob back onto the door and turned.

It opened. As easily as when she had gotten into the bathroom.

She passed the two men, and went back to Troy who looked like he was engaging in an intriguing conversation with the clerk.

"I KNOW YOU HEARD ME! WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU COME!" It all just came out in anger.

Troy and the clerk looked up at her with a what-are-you-talking-about look.

"What? What are you-"

"No. NO! NO NO NO! Don't you DARE play dumb! I was screaming at the top of my lungs for help! The stupid crummy door didnt open and you mean you couldn't hear me over what? The soft music?!" She was exasperated.

"No, I mean-"

"Oh my God, forget it. We're leaving." She stormed out the gas station without even waiting for a response, let alone a facial expression.

Troy thanked the cashier for the water he had bought and walked out after Taylor.

"Tay!" She gave him an angry evil glare. And he corrected himself "Taylor...look calm down, it's a gas station, it's probably been here forever, by the looks of it."

"Yeah whatever. Lets go."

He started the car and drove off down the highway.

XOXOXOXO

It had been about half an hour until they had arrived to Troy's destination. Route 606.

He smirked and abruptly turned the car onto what looked like a lonely one-car street that lie between two sides of forests.

Taylors eyes widened. "What the heck are you doing? Where are you going?! Go back to the highway."

"Look stop yelling, this is a shortcut."

She sat in silence and turned to her window.

He tried to flip on the radio, but the sound was too staticky to listen to.

"FM waves don't travel through hills and trees. Try AM"

He looked at her and then flipped to AM. AM did indeed work. He found a Christmas song playing. 'Rocking around the Christmas Tree'

They listened to that in silence, also, as a car was approaching them from the front coming in their direction.

"Troy, pull to the side, let him pass its not enough room for us both."

"I can't there is no side to pull over on, the snow is way too high for this car to drive onto." As they spoke, the car was coming up on them even faster.

The headlights of the other car became larger and larger before Troy could even blink once. And before they knew it, the truck had hit their car causing Troy to swerve off. He had turned the wheel so much, that the car spun around 3 times at a fast speed and crashed into the 10 feet of snow on the side of the road.

As this was happening, the pressure of the spins caused Troy to bash his head on the window.

And Taylor? She blacked out.

(A/N) So, okay i realize it was alittle boring. But hopefully it explains a little of the last chapter. And it shouldnt explain too much. (purposely) Anyway, hope you liked it! By the way, for those who were wondering, I prolonged the period of entering this chapter because i wanted to see how many reviews i would get.