I woke up lying on the floor. The floor was covered in an old Turkish carpet, which was strange as I had never met someone who had such a carpet. I managed to sit up and looked around. I was sitting in an incredibly decorated room. The room's decaying white walls were covered in posters for animated Disney movies. There was a few wooden chairs inside the room. The room was also filled with streamers and various other party decorations. I looked into a mirror. The skin on my tanned forehead had been badly bruised. My brown curls were wild and tangled. My white shirt was torn. I was a fairly muscular and fit teenager but for some reason my shoes and socks were missing. A big table with a blue table cloth was at the center of the room and a small fridge sat in the corner. Leading out of the room was a set of stairs. I struggled to remember how I got here.
"Welcome to hell," said a lady. I turned around and saw a lady sitting on a wooden chair. She was fat and her red shirt barely fit her anymore. Strapped to her head was an ugly pink party hat. The lady's face was bruised, and her black hair looked as though it hadn't been washed in a very long time.
"What am I doing here?" I asked.
"You've been captured," she replied, "I've been here for a long time. Can't really remember how long, just a very long time."
"Who put me here?" I barked.
"The Party boy," she answered, "you'll meet him in time."
"Elizabeth stop being so vague." said a teenage boy about my age. The boy was also incredibly obese. His skin was pale as if he hadn't seen the sun for years. He wore a leather jacket that was beaten and worn. He had messy red hair. Strapped to his head was a green party hat.
"Sorry mate, Elizabeth's just depressed." he said, "my name's Larry. We are just stuck in this room for the rest of our lives, or until the Party boy decides to let us out."
"I don't understand who is the Party boy?" I asked. The lights slowly started to dim.
"He's here," Larry whispered.
"Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me." sang the voice of a man, "happy birthday to me." The lights flicked back on and I saw a young man holding a cake. The young man was also incredibly pale. His black hair was long and covered one of his green eyes. Strapped to his head was a pink tiara and he wore an ugly brown trench coat.
"It's a chocolate cake!" he squealed with delight and placed it on the table.
"Happy birthday Jethro." Elizabeth smiled.
"Thanks dear," he said, "now I'll get the rest of the party things and then it will all be better. Jethro marched upstairs.
I stood up and bolted for the stairs.
"Don't!" ordered Larry.
"Why not? He's gone."
"He has a gun on him always," Larry explained, "Someone else tried to escape, she tripped on the stairs and then Jethro killed her."
Jethro came back down the stairs. He had four balloons wrapped around his arm, a red, a green, a pink one and a yellow one. Jethro placed a yellow party hat on my head. He squealed and clapped his hands. He gave everyone a balloon that matched their party hat. Jethro took out some plastic cups, some soda and some party pies out of the fridge. He put them around the table. Elizabeth and Larry sat down, and I followed their lead. Jethro went upstairs and returned with a big parcel.
He sat down at the end of the table. He lit the candles on the cake and we began to sing. "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to Jethro, happy birthday to you." He blew out the candles. I grabbed the soda jug and started pouring. I watched though as the soda hit the table. Larry looked at me, showing nothing but fear. I looked over at Jethro, whose face was going red.
"Naughty boy, naughty boy, naughty boy!" he screamed, "you get worst pick from the parcel treasures! Now I better cut the cake."
Jethro took a knife out of his pocket and started cutting the cake. He brought the knife out and it was dirty.
"Got to kiss the nearest person," he giggled. He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I wanted to hit him but the looks that Larry was giving suggested that I shouldn't. He gave us each a slice of cake and we all dug in. Larry and Elizabeth ate their cake without a fuss. I thought it was revolting but I managed to choke it down. Jethro licked all of the icing off our fingers. I really wanted to hit him. Jethro walked over to his seat and sat down.
