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Junk in the Trunk
“Where… where am I?” I asked.
As I opened my eyes all I was able to see around me was the same thing as before I opened my eyes, pitch black. Understandably startled and confused, I tried to get up to see where I was exactly only feel my head collide with a hard surface.
“Ow, my head!” I said.
It dawn onto me at that particular moment that I was in some kind of confined space, I was someplace where I didn’t have anything in the way of legroom as I felt my legs. I decided to feel around my limited area space to see if I could find anything that could help me see where I was. As I was reaching around, I felt something tall, silk-like and seemed to be made out of some kind of metallic material most likely an umbrella.
“No, that can’t be it.”
I tried to move around to get closer towards harder to reach places like the corners of this little prison I was in. Suddenly, I felt an immense amount of excruciating pain when I pressed my hand down onto something sharp as I cried out in agony.
“Son of a… what did I just grab?”
I could feel my own blood dripping down my wrist, it felt like there were crystals embedded in the palm of my hand and all over my fingers. This time, I cautiously felt around the area where I landed my hand onto and found what felt like a fractured glass bottle.
“Who put a beer bottle in this… this coffin? A better question would be who put me in here in the first place?”
I decided to leave that question for later as I threw the bottle to the side or there lack of. After salvaging around blindly for a minute or so, I was finally able to get my good hand around a small, plastic cylinder.
“Finally, now let me see where I am exactly.”
With the press of a switch, the flashlight illuminated to life. I could finally see what was around me and where I was trapped in. The place was angularly shaped with a black carpet like ground, the top was only about two and a half feet tall. Blood from my hand was stained all over the caperting, the cracked bottle was to my right, and an umbrella was right in front of my feet. I finally found where I was right now.
“Oh god, I’m in a car trunk! Help, is anyone out there?”
As you could probably tell by now I am a little bit claustrophobic but then again, who wouldn’t be in this kind of a situation? I started banging on the sides of the trunk hoping to get someone's attention, but to no avail.
“Why am I here? Was I kidnapped? I’m not even that important enough to consider kidnapping in the first place.”
I tried to remember what happened before I woke in this car trunk, I decided to have a guys night out with my friend at the local bar. We were having fun, then everything just goes black. I thought that someone could have drugged my drink and put me in a car trunk.
“I hope my friends are having better luck than me right now.”
Without warning, the flashlight completely ran out of batteries and I was once again enveloped in the black void.
“No, no, no, no! Come on, you’ve gotta be kidding me!”
It took me a minute to stop bashing the flashlight against the top of the trunk, though that was the moment when had remembered that car trunks nowadays have an emergency release to get people out these kinds of situations the only problem was that I didn’t know where it was located. I was fumbling around, trying to grab onto where the emergency release was until finally I found it. When I opened door I launched myself outside of the trunk and onto the hard pavement. I immediately got up looking out for anyone who might want to attack me, though nobody was in anywhere around the car. I looked at the license plate and found that was actually my car. I began to look around to find car parked on the sidewalk with many beer bottles surrounding the area, a stop sign up rooted, and a mailbox on fire. I remembered my friend was with me last time.
“Mitch? You around here?” I called out.
I heard a groan coming from behind garbage can near by and found Mitch lying on his back unconscious, I slapped him awake as he recognised me.
“Jake? What happened?” Mitch asked.
“Well I believe we had a little too much, ran over a stop sign, somehow light a mailbox on fire, you probably locked me in the trunk of my own car, and the glass is still embedded in my hand so I might get an infection from it,” I said.
“Wow, we had crazy night.”
“Yeah, and we are probably going to jail for this.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Probably because of that cop car coming our way.”