The Lie Behind The Truth - IV

The splashes of water interrupted my dream and I exit my sleep.

“Hey you fuck face, wake that shithead up.” The unclear voice let me know that

I should step back into real life.

 I had the dream recurring

from the past three days. I totally forgot that I was not at home but have been

kidnapped by a number of kidnappers who hijacked our college bus.

Here, this is me Bill studying IT at Shteshop University. We

were out on a college trip to the rural part of our country and unluckily we

were hijacked by some kidnappers.

We were all blindfolded and taken somewhere inside the jungle.

We were scared all of us. We didn't know the reason for all these things.

We have already been captured for a night. They led us to a

white narrow path that led us to a cave, not cave exactly but a small dungeon.

We all were ordered to remain silent and most of us slept

eventually.

34 students along with 6 teachers and a driver set out for the

journey and we all were stuck in mess for what reason we didn't know.

Most of us were scared to sleep last night but eventually in the

end many doze off. That’s when I saw that dream for the third night.

I couldn't go back to sleep as the kidnapper shouted, "You all

are going to die if our demands are not met by seven in the evening."

The same old threat that we see in the movies but this time it

was the reality. I was actually facing some problems.

My friend Jim cried and begged if he could go back to take a piss

as he had some sort of kidney related problem.

They gave a grin and took him with them but he didn't return

afterwards. After that incident others remain silent.

I actually didn't give a damn about the kidnapping as we had to

be handed alive in order to fulfill their demands. I only wanted to know who

the girl was in my dream as I never could see her face.

Suddenly I see my high school crush; Diana with her hairs all

messed up exploding in tears.

I slowly crawled my body towards her to know what was happening

to her and she said, "I also wanted to go to the toilet but Jim never

returned, I am scared to ask."

I calmed her down and called one of the kidnapper, "Hello,

someone's there? Please, we need help!!"

There was no response for a minute. Again I shouted in a louder

voice, "HelLLLOOOOO!! Is anyone there? "

A pale looking guy with a rifle in his hand which we never saw

came and shouted, "What? Why are you screaming? Didn't we tell you to

remain silent?"

I lowered my voice and said, "Please let us go to the

bathroom at least, the lady is in some sort of difficulty. Please help

us." I begged joining both of my hands.

He had no feelings I thought but he had pity on us; I thought so

and ordered us to follow him.

Jim never returned, we knew that but we had to take a risk.

Everyone looked at us as if we were never going to return now. Mrs. Holtby, our

Java Teacher had watery eyes and indicating a safe journey through her tears.

As we knew that it was a short journey.