Kidnapped

"What's my name?"

I'm trying so hard to remember my name, me. I touch the back of my head, I feel a huge scab almost in the middle. He must've hit me pretty hard. I have no clue who I am, but I will find out. "It all starts with that house, and him."

I finally get to the house after hours of walking, probably. Lights are on, living room window is open. I sneak up to the window to look in. Andrew is just sitting there, staring at the fire. Tracing his finger around the rim of his glass. I looked around the room to see if there were any clues as to who I am. I couldn't really see anything. I looked back at Andrew, he's just sitting there with a blank expression. He looks like he can't even feel. I walk away from the window to try and find an entrance from the back. There's a door but it's boarded up from the inside.

I need to get in, I need to know who I am. What my real name is. I looked to see if there was any window open in the back of the house. Fortunately there was, I looked through it. I could see Andrew, still staring at the fire. I needed him to be distracted but how?

I went back to the front of the house, I looked through the window. I'm looking at the ground trying to find the biggest rock I can find. I find one and chuck it at the door, Andrew gets up and goes to the door as planned.

I run as fast as I can to the back so I can get in. I get to the window, Andrew is standing on the porch of the house. I crawl through the window.

"Finally".