“Is this true?” I asked. I can’t believe of what I have read on the posts on the social media account of the two writers that I met, Sketch and Doodle. I read again the post of Sketch. I thought of something, not because there will be no update on his story but because of his post however I can’t remember where I read it before. Then, I read what Doodle had posted. I suddenly remember my story and I read the last scene that I wrote; same words, same scenarios and same comments like how I read their posts. I doubt quite a bit but really it amazed me which I don’t know why. That is why I read some of their last few posts and it was quite surreal which leads to a coincidental from the turn of events on what their real life is and on what I wrote. I won’t pay any attention to what is going on because I know it wouldn’t happen. It seems like my suspicion is true… the things that I’m writing is coming true when there are real people that’s involved on my story however I need to investigate this. Sketch wasn’t talking while driving, I can see on Doodle eyes how amazed he is while we travel, seeing a fine nature is really amazing while I seldom talk just to point where we have to move. I noticed Sketch glanced at me. I smiled. “I’m actually kidnapping both of you and you two are willing victim.” Sketch stepped on the breaks and it made a big screech of the car. “What?!” they both asked.
The moment we stepped out of the house, I look around to check when I felt someone is looking at us. I don't know if it's just my imagination anymore. I feel uncomfortable and uneasy and this feeling is stronger than before.
"Let's go," Master said while smiling at me. I was hesitant but I have to go, I look at the house before coming into the car. "What's wrong?" he asks.
I smile timidly. "Nothing," I replied even though I feel like coming back home.
As we travel away from the house, I can't help but look back. I am trying to call Solar but he isn't picking up. The uneasy feeling is getting stronger and my instincts as a mother kept on telling me to go back. "Master, let's go back," I commanded. He just looks at me and without hesitation asks me why he maneuvers so we can go back. The traffic makes me even more anxious.
Master held my hand and squeezed it a bit. "Whatever you are feeling right now, it's going to be alright." He said, trying to comfort me.