TAKEN 2

SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW. Have you ever felt fear? And I don’t mean that slight shiver that comes over you, or the goosebumps on your arms, or the way your heart skips as if you’re about to experience a heart attack that will never start? I’m talking about real fear; the one that comes with knowing that any and every move you make could cost your life. I thought I knew what fear was. I thought fear was what I felt when I stared at the exam questions, worried that what I’d read would somehow exist. Fear wasn’t when I almost fell into the puddle of dirty rainwater after I’d stubbed my toe against a stone because I’d been so engrossed with my phone. What I felt now….that was fear. My legs shook, as my the feeling of something coiled around the back of my throat, coupled with the taste of bitterness, mixed with bile, as my skin grew pale, my eyes wide and fixated on the scarred man, still dressed as a Ravenscroft High janitor, sat across from us while someone drove the grey van he pushed Ser