As soon as you wake up a deep pain comes from your stomach. You moan and lift up your shirt to see a huge bruise over your lower torso. 'How did that get there?' You wonder. That's when you realize you're in an unfamiliar room. Like a normal person would, thoughts race through your head as you try to piece together what happened. That's right; you were walking home from school when two thugs tried to mug you. Then that man came and you blacked out. Panic swept through you, throwing the covers off you sighed with relief. 'Ok I'm not tied down, or undressed, so where am I?' You decide it's best to investigate the room and look for anything that might be a clue to where you are. A chair is by the bed; on it is your backpack and your New York Giant's baseball cap that your pen pal from America gave you. All of your stuff was here, but what was that by your backpack? You lifted it up; it was a duffel bag. You unzipped it and found nothing inside, except a few strands of long black hair that matched your own. 'Oh God they put me in this.' You covered your mouth to prevent you from being sick. You had to get out of here before they came back. You quickly grabbed your stuff and ran out of the bedroom. You looked around the small apartment for a door out. You stop, realizing that it wasn't the best idea. With your luck someone would be outside waiting to see if you would run or not. You'd have to go out a window. You quickly ran back to the bedroom since it had the biggest window. Quick thinking gave you the idea to make a rope of sheets. You tied them your best and realized it still wasn't enough. Sighing, you stripped off your clothes and tied them onto the rope. It was perfect! You throw on your school uniform and slid down the rope carefully. You weren't even halfway down when the rope started coming undone. 'Damnit!' You thought. Never had your knots been strong. All you could think about was your sister as you fell three stories.