[ WP ] You wake up in your car , you have your seat belt on , and a phone in your lap . There 's someone on the line , and they 're screaming at the top of their lungs to get your attention . You answer them , and as soon as you do , they tell you to hit the gas and get away as soon as possible .

`` Who's the fucking genius that put you here huh?'' I curse to myself. 
 I can hear screaming coming from somewhere but I ca n't move or they'll blow my head off. 
 The screaming comes to an immediate stop and something is telling me I need to reach down into my lap. 
 *A phone? * 
 
 
 I feel groggy and incoherent as I awake inside of a car. I quickly discover that this is n't my car, and that is most certainly not my phone. 
 My hand finds the phone and I bring it up to my ear. My other hand is glued to the steering wheel. 
 
 `` Navigate to your home!'' a lady's voice instructs me. 
 I do n't register it the first time but she repeats herself until I feel compelled to push down on the accelerator. The car springs me forward. I am driving. I am doing this. 
 
 `` Who the fuck are you, and what the fuck is going on?'' I ask irritably. 
 The car glides through familiar streets almost as if it's in autopilot. I still feel like something is watching me as the car approaches my old home. I have n't been here in over 17 years. 
 
 `` Do n't be silly. You've come to accept your fate now so DRIVE'' 
 
 `` Why to my childhood home?'' My drowsy eyes follow the lines on the road in front of me.. 
 
 `` You'll see'' The voice simply taunts. 
 
 Everything seems wrong and improper. We never had a fence in the front yard. It was an open space leading up to the patio before. How did this get here? 
 Lights shone into my eyes as I try to get a grip on reality. The phones goes silent. 
 
 
... 
 
 
 
... 
 
 
 `` Are you high?'' my mother questions. She looks mad. Real mad. 
 I try to shake my head. 
 
 `` No!'' I insist over and over again. Everything goes away. 
 
 
 When I awake again I am in a cell. 
 
 `` What's going on?'' I spring awake and to my feet. The cold concrete on my bare feet is a cruel wake up. 
 
 `` BE QUIET IN THERE!'' I am told. 
 
 `` Where is here?'' I approach the bars and try to slide my head through. 
 
 `` You're at the county jail moron'' a familiar voice sounds from behind me. 
 
 I turn around and see my best mate in handcuffs saying on a bed. 
 
 `` Dude what happened?'' I crane my head. Tears prick my eyes. 
 
 `` Do n't worry. Your dad is coming to get us'' He sits up looks over at the desk on the other side of the bars. 
 
 A lady sits idly talking on the phone. I remember that voice. 
 
 
 *She's a police officer. * 

