Jd POV
It's been over 3 hours since the car stopped moving. It was moving for another 3 hours before that, so as you can probably guess, the oxygen is getting dangerously low in here. I've been drifting in and out of consciousness ever since he hit me, so I'm guessing I've got a concussion, somewhere between grade 2 and grade 3. It's pretty dark in here, but I can clearly make out the marks and stains on the sides of the trunk. Blood, lots of it, and not all of it is mine, though I'd say a rather large percentage of it is. There are marks on the door, they look like claw marks, I can even see someone's nail, covered in blood, sticking out of the marks. Someone was pretty desperate to get out of here...I wonder what happened to them...No. I can't start thinking like that, I need to stay positive...well, as positive as one can stay in this situation.
Well, first of all, I gotta figure out what I know. I know that;
1. Some psychopath shoved me into the trunk of their car.
2. I'm pretty injured...as well as the possible concussion, I have a stab wound on my left side from where that bastard jammed a knife into me.
3. No one knows where I am.
4. I don't know where I am.
5. I don't know who did this to me, let alone why.
6. I can't get out (believe me, I've tried).
7. Basically...I'm in trouble.