My eyes fluttered.

My mind was fuzzy.

I couldn't move.

I couldn't speak.

I could barely think.

So I felt...

I was lying on something soft,

My head was elevated,

And something plush was laying on top of me.

The air in the room was cold,

But I was surprisingly warm.

There was also a dull stinging kind of pain in my neck,

But it was also itchy,

Like something was rubbing against it.

Kind of like when you have a scab in an area where your clothes rub against.

But I don't have a scab on my neck, nor am I wearing a scarf.

Oh!

I felt something sticky and wet under my neck, head, and back.

I noticed a smell, kind of like the smell of copper.

I slowly opened one eye... then the other.

As my eyes were adjusting I realized that I was staring at a ornately decorated ceiling.

Fancy...

My fingers twitched.

I was starting to get feeling back, the numbness was being replaced with a tingling sensation.

Like millions of little pinpricks.

After a few moments I tried sitting up.

It took me several minutes, but I was now sitting up... in a bed?

Who put me here?

What happened?

I looked around the room, my neck was stiff from inactivity.

When I turned my head there was a sharp pain in my neck.

I gasped and clutched at my neck.

There was gauze wrapped around it.

I unwrapped the gauze, holding it in my hands, it was bloody.

I was trembling.

I touched my neck and flinched, pulling my hand back.

It was covered in blood!

I saw an old vanity across the room.

I ever so slowly got up and stumbled out of the bed.

Balancing myself when my feet hit the dusty wooden floor.

Trying to stay balanced as I made my way over to the vanity.

Using it to support myself as I peered into the mirror.

It was filthy and covered in dust.

And I didn't have a clean cloth to use to wipe it off.

I took notice of the window behind the vanity.

Boards were covering it, but that didn't stop the sunlight from peeking through.

It was morning...

My cell phone! Mom said she'd call in the morning!

Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Where is it?!

I patted my pockets, but came up empty.

They were in my pockets before...

Oh! Oh no!

I just remembered where I am! And what happened!

I turned around, that's when I noticed my first aid kit laying on the nightstand next to the bed.

What the heck? He bites me then bandages me up...? That makes no sense!

Feeling had now completely returned to my legs.

I walked over to the nightstand and examined my first aid kit, the one I packed myself and brought with me in my duffel bag!

My duffel bag!

I had dropped it when I was being chased!

That thing went through my bag!

I felt disgusted and violated, and more than just because of the breach of privacy.

I'm stranded here with no way to contact anyone!

Oh this is not good, not good at all.

But at least it's daylight.

I'll be able to see where I'm going now.

And if I'm careful I should be able to slip out of here without being noticed.

I wrapped the gauze back around my neck, at least for now, until I can determine how serious it is.

I glanced around.

This isn't the same room I was attacked in.

Someone carried me here from there.

I think I dropped my cell phone when it dragged me out of the closet.

I could go back for it...

But I'm not sure I want to risk it.

It may still be around here somewhere.

Everything is quiet now, except for the creaking of the house and the sound of nature outside.

I took a breath and picked up my first aid kit, looking inside.

Why?

I decided it best to ponder what happened here in the safety of my own room.

So I zipped up what was left of my first aid kit and walked toward the door, stomach in knots, fearing what might be on the other side.