My mind crawled out of darkness, and I opened my eyes to black. What happened? I was in the apartment... and went to the fridge to get milk... It was expired, that's right! I was heading back to my room to throw on some clothes to run to the gas station for some more... Then what? Did I make it to the closet? No, I don't think I did. There was a creak. I need to get oil for the door...
Where am I? I think I'm sitting on grass, so I must be outside... Maybe I did make it to my closet... No, I would have remembered wrestling the mountain of junk. I need to clean my closet too... Well, there is a breeze so I am definitely outside... Unless I left my window up... But I would be able to hear those kids' obnoxious music if my window was up.
Ok. The facts: I am outside. I didn't make it to my closet. I don't remember coming here.
Here's another thing I just noticed. I appear to be hogtied... Great, just great. I have been kidnapped by some psycho and no one will know until Carrie comes by the apartment tomorrow after work.
"This is not good."
"Huh? You're awake? Well this should take care of that."
I felt a needle prick my forearm, and bit back a cry. After I swallowed my shock, I reviewed the facts in my mind again. I am not in my apartment. I didn't make it to my closet. I don't know where I am. I don't remember coming here. I am not alone.
With that last thought, my mind slipped back into darkness...
