The Passenger. - A Niall Horan Fanfic. Part 1 A thick piece of fabric covered your mouth. You struggled but the odd fume around you made you weak. Your hands were tied along with your feet. A tear fell down your face. Where were you? Opening your eyes was difficult. You looked around the back of a large van as you watched a man in the front steer and drive quickly. "Must you do this?" An irish voice mummbled from the passager side. "Must you ask questions." The driver complained. "Whatever. I just dont see what she can do to help us." Your heart slightly broke. Thinking for a moment the passenger would help you. Heartless. You moaned slightly without making yourself. The driver slammed the breaks on and you slid forward. "WHY IS SHE AWAKE." The driver yelled at the passenger. "I dont know. The cloth is still around her mouth." He responded. "Fix it, or so help me Niall you will be back there with her!" The driver yelled. The passenger got out of his seat and made his way towards you. You shuffled, moving back as far as you could until your back his the side of the car. He didnt even look you in the eye. "This will only burn for a second." Before you knew it, another rag hit your face. it burned. you tried to hold your breath but your body forced you take in lung fulls of gas. it took moments to inhale your conscious. 20+likes for more? ~Cj Malik
Posted on: Sat, 21 Sep 2013 20:33:50 +0000
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