I am confused. I don't know what happened. I don't know why it happend. To my own displeasure, my first first solid thoughts were [i]maybe Dad was right.[/i] He couldn't be right with all his world end theories!

I rub my head and feel a sharp pain on my wrist. I eye a bandage around it and quickly try to remember if I hurt myself. But my memories are gone for an uncertain time. Maybe a day, maybe a week? Depends on how long I've been out on this uncomfortable bed. My back hurts, so I stretch it  into all directions. 

I take the phone in one hand and the hatchet in the other and think about all of this.

It's a situation that I can't control. That's sure. A look around the room gives me the option of either staying here or leaving through the only exit there is, the door. 

I figure I'd look at the text again closely. First thing I find strange is my birthday. Was this a joke or did I really sleep all the weeks until my birthday?! However, I try to make out what those weird signs mean. But in the end I just decide it must be a birthday kinda thing. [i]Do whatever you want.[/i] If that's the case then I decide to [i]get the hell outta here.[/i]

I am very sure that I somehow am being watched. I just have this feeling. My mind tries to process it all and stay clear. But slowly I seem to get how dangerous the situation is.

Panic rises inside of me, my heart beat quickens to an unbelievable pace until I can hear nothing but my own heart beat. I breathe in and out, trying to calm myself down. This situation is crazy. It seems like someone has kidnapped me! But this is not possible. I think about what they could want from me, but I only get to the point where I believe that this psychopath just likes to play games.

The best thing I can do is investigate a way to survive this. I sit down on the floor and check my body. Besides the wrist bandage I seem unharmed. I need to collect as many information as possible. So I start to slowly undo the bandage to see what kind of wound I am suffering from.