The Long Night

I wake with a start and a huge intake of air. It’s cold and dark. I lift my head slightly. Where am I? I try to sit up but my hands are tied behind my back. Panic strikes me. I frantically wriggle and struggle desperately. I manage to slide up into a seated position. I’m in the back of an empty car. I slide across the seat and try to open the door. It’s locked. Shit. What is going on? My head is spinning. I feel groggy. I rapidly try to think back to the last thing I remember. I was with my friend Jasmine, having a girly catch up. I remember us at the bar, enjoying a bottle of Pinot. But nothing after that. Blank.

I breath rapidly, and can see the warmth of my breath in the cold air. It feels damp, and outside it’s hard to see through the fog. There’s the glow of some street lamps not far away. I’m scared. Petrified. I hear footsteps approaching the car. I freeze in fear. The foosteps stop and I wait in anticipation.