Inside This Cabin

It’s morning once again, my eyes are sticky and heavy,  it feels like I have been sleeping forever, but I haven’t. Slowly I get up stretching my arms, rubbing the crust off from my eyes as I look around realizing this is not a dream, I am not home this is not my home “where am I.”   I’m not exactly sure where I am or how long I have been here. I’ve tried going outside but the doors, as well as the windows, are locked, at the moment there doesn’t seem to be a way out of here. I am thinking to myself “why am I here?”

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Every morning when I wake up I look around the room seeing how dirty and awful this place really is, it’s an old cabin out in the woods that hasn’t been used in a while.  The room is sparse with only a bed, a small wooden table, a chair, small refrigerator, a dirty sink, a bunch of knick-knacks around the room, a toilet, (thank god) and a small shower stall with an old bar of soap.

I walk over to the gated windows to take a look and see that I am in the middle of nowhere surrounded by woods and trees, there doesn’t seem to be any other cabins or people around. Not sure what day of the week it is, I reach over to my jacket to get my cell phone but realize the battery is dead, plus I am sure getting a signal out here would have been difficult.  Except for some old magazines, there is nothing for me to do here, no TV, radio, and no internet, that in itself is a crime if you know what I mean. All I can do is eat, sleep and wonder when and how am I going to get out of here.

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I feel tired, weak, and hungry, there are a few things to eat such as bread, peanut butter, and crackers along with some soda, but after a while that is not enough. It’s weird that I haven’t seen anyone come in but I think someone has I just feel it.  It has to be during the night while I am sleeping, which is weird since I am not a heavy sleeper, I would be able to hear someone come in, strange, really strange.

I am thankful there is electricity that I can turn on the small lamp which is on the table. I have to admit I am starting to go stir crazy or close to crazy as anyone can get.

How did I get here? The last thing I remember is having drinks with a cousin of mine that I haven’t seen in years we were out eating, drinking and reminiscing, at some point, I went to the men’s room came back to finish my drink talked some more and that is all I can remember.  He had contacted me last week and said he was coming here and wanted to see me and talk about some issues with the family.  I did find his coming here a bit odd since he is cheap and the airfare would be an expense for him.

We were talking about stuff that was going on back home and how messed up things can get. My cousin had spent time living with us here in the States a long time ago. In fact, my parents helped him find a place to live in our building which was great because I never had a brother and it was nice having someone around close to my age.

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Sitting on this dirty old chair, lighting another cigarette, I’m thinking who brought me here and how did they do it. I refuse to think that my cousin would do this to me, after all, we were like brothers, got along just fine, loved to listen and talk about music, could it be possible?  Sure we haven’t seen each other in 15 years but we kept in contact by email and Skype. What reason would he have to do this?

There is no explanation that I can think of that anyone would do this to me, I am not wealthy nor famous and I get along with everyone. But the more I am thinking I am starting to wonder if my cousin had something to do with this since the last thing I remember was being with him, but why?

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At that moment I hear a rustling of the leaves, footsteps, I hear sounds, sensing that someone or something is outside coming towards the cabin, but what? I carefully try to look from the window but I do not see anything but I can still hear it. Please let it be someone to save me.

To be continued…

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