Life Off The Grid, And How It Happened To Me

19 Years ago | 5.17.1907

    For some reason, tonight was scary. It felt different. It felt like I was being watched. It felt like I was going insane. I turned around and saw headlights. That was why. I picked up my pace walking home from work. Hoping to god that I was just crazy, I mean I'm 17 years old. Who would want to capture me?
    Suddenly it was bright. I looked behind me and saw headlights. The car stopped and I was ultimately confused. A man who seemed to be around the age of 25 stepped out. I looked closer at him and noticed he had rope and some type of syringe. Never have I ran so fast. I tripped over a rock and felt a massive weight on my back. All I could do was scream, and that's all I did. I felt something pierce my skin and my eyes felt heavy. I had to close them. I did.

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    I woke in a bed with dark blue covers and the bed was a dark wood. There was a wooden dresser, the same color as the bed and a white circle shag rug in the center of the room. The room was quite large. I looked around some more and saw matching bedside tables with lamps on them. But, on the bedside table next to where I woke was a note.
    "There are clothes for you in the top drawer of the dresser. When you are ready, come downstairs for breakfast."
    That's when I realized, I was completely naked. What did that man do to me? Why was I here? I decided to follow the instructions and got dressed in a black shirt and jeans. I didn't want to go downstairs, but I did. When I stepped outside the bedroom door there was a fence overlooking the livingroom. I looked to my right to see stairs and what I guessed to be the kitchen door. I walked down them and into the door, it was the kitchen. The man from last night stood and was definitely a lot taller than me.
    "You woke up I see.. I guess you realized you were naked. Don't feel any pain?" I stood there in disbelief. Did this sicko rape me? After I did notice the pain he must have realized because he started talking again. "I didn't rape you. I had fun with you. But that doesn't matter." What the actual fuck?
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I turned to my right and saw the door. I was walking over there and no one was stopping me. So I walked over there. My hand touched the knob and then he spoke. "Go ahead. Your miles away from civilization. You have no food or water and have to walk on sharp rocks barefoot. You'll die out there."
     He had a point. I still would have done it. And I still was going to do it. Tonight I was packing food, water, "shelter" and obviously shoes.
     "Come eat." He gestured me towards the table where some tempting waffles sat. I wasn't eating that. "No." I muttered. Was I scared of him?
     "What?" He asked me. This time was louder, "I said no." His eyes got wide and he pulled out a pocket knife. "What?" That's when I sat down.