Mated To My Doom

The world blurred around me, then sharpened into an unfamiliar car interior. My head throbbed, a dull ache mirroring the confusion in my mind. Beside me, a boy, no older than myself, drove with a rigid posture, his hands clenched tight around the steering wheel. A crescent moon tattoo peeked from under his sleeve.

"Umm, excuse me?" I ventured, my voice barely a whisper.

No response. His gaze remained fixed on the road, his jaw tight. Annoyance pricked at my fear. "Hello?" I tried again, louder this time. Still nothing. Could he not hear me? Or was he deliberately ignoring me?

"Will you just look at me!" The words burst out, fueled by a rising frustration. The car swerved violently, tires screeching as it lurched to the side of the road, stopping abruptly. My body jolted forward, only to be caught by a strong arm that pulled me back. His dark eyes, now turned on me, held an annoyed, almost murderous, expression.