My vision is hazy like a gray fog blurring it. I feel ropes around my hands and feet binding me to what I think is a chair. As my vision clears a little bit I see two figures in front of me. It looks like two men. They both look macular and seem like they have seen a couple fights in the past year or so. As I move my head a little to the right I hear one of the men say in a deep voice “Boss he's awake” I look straight ahead as my vision completely clears. I see a third man walk into the room. He looks to be about 24 or 25 years old. He has dark brown hair that is pulled back into a small ponytail. He seems to be about 5’ 8” but I can't be sure because of how far away he’s standing. As he walks toward me I take a minute to look around where I am so I can get an idea of how I got here. I see that the walls are made of wood and the floor is made of concrete. To my left there are three cots and to the right there are 2 twin mattresses on the ground. It looks like there is a window behind me because of the shadow on the ground in front of me. I close my eyes and take a deep breath putting together my situation. I open my eyes and see the guy with the brown ponytail right in front of me. “You have some explaining to do,” he says with some anger behind it.
“What do you mean I have some explaining to do, i don't even know who you are” I tell him.
“I’m Norman Windson, you told the FBI about me and now I’m on their most wanted list.” he gets closer to reaching into his pocket.
“I have no idea what you're talking about. I haven’t been in contact with the FBI”
“Oh yes you do” he tells me as he grabs a piece of what looks like paper out of his pocket. “This is you right” He shows me a picture of a man talking to an FBI agent. The man talking to the agent looks similar to me but his hair is a different style and it looks like he has brown eyes instead of blue.
“No that's not me, I have longer hair and I have blue eyes not brown,” I tell him with confusion. He spins furiously so fast and yells at the top of his lungs “YOU TWO IDIOTS GOT THE WRONG DUDE AND YOU GUYS HAVE WASTED MY TIME WAITING FOR HIM TO WAKE UP! THE FBI COULD BE ON THEIR WAY” he takes a deep breath and says in a calmer voice “ok let's go find the correct dude” he turns around and points at me “and you stay here, I guess I'm going to have to kill you later.” he turns to face the door and walks out with the two men following him. As they walk out I realize that this is my chance to get out and try to make it home. I look at the ropes on my hands and feet and wonder how I'm going to get out of them. As I'm thinking, I remember that I have a pocket knife in my left pocket. I move my hands together and reach my pocket. I put my finger under the end of the knife and slide it into my hands slowly. I finally get it into my hand and slowly unfold it. Once it unfolded, I used it to cut the ropes around my feet. Finally the ropes on my feet are cut all the way though and they fall to the ground making a thud noise. I put the knife into my mouth and hold it with my teeth with the blade facing my hands. I slowly cut through the rope with one fiber cutting at a time. Finally after what feels like forever the rope falls off my hands. I take the knife out of my teeth and put it back into my pocket. I look around to find a way to get out without using the door. I see the window behind me and I walk toward it to see how hard the glass is. It seems big enough for me to climb through it so I touch the glass and it feels more like plastic than glass. I decide that I'm going to punch the window to see if it breaks. I real my fist back and with all the force I can muster I punch it. BOOM! The glass shatters all over the ground. “That was easier than I expected,” I said, rubbing my knuckles well. I put my palms on the bottom of the window and pulled myself up. I stick my head out of the window and then slowly pull myself out of the window. I fall to the ground and my back hits a rock. I rub my back as an attempt to make it hurt less. I slowly ease myself into a standing position and take a look around. I see that I'm in a forest but to my left it looks like there is something of a path leading out so I decide to follow it. I jog slowly following the path. I take turns right and left. I start hearing what sounds like road traffic and I start springing. The car sounds get louder and louder. Finally I saw the highway. I keep running as fast as I can and forget that I'm running into the middle of one of the busiest roads in Arizona. Before I realize what I'm doing. I see a car coming right for me. My body freezes up and I can't move my legs even though I need to get out of the way. The boom The car hits me and I fall to the ground and hit my head and everything goes dark.
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