College Theft
It was a quiet night last night. Everyone all snug in their futon’s. But yet I still can’t get to sleep. I may have had too much caffeine last night with three Monsters and a Red Bull. And I can’t even shut my eyes. My eyes with some help of a lot of caffeine can get me to react, but I choose that moment to fall asleep.
I wake up in a bright orange room with a leather couch and an old beat down chair made probably with some crusty rags that have just been to war. I’m not really sure what is happening with me right now as I am dozed off on the chair trying to wonder what it is made of. Then it hits me, I am not in my futon at my dorm. But where am I? I question myself as I am in an uncontrollable panic. I look around the room for any answers but there is nothing but me, the couch, and the chapped chair. It’s a dorm room, but I’m still thinking it’s not mine. I’m to confused to think about my situation. I feel this rush go through my head as if someone electrocuted a dead nerve back to life. My head jolts the other way and I barely get a glimpse of the person and they knock me unconscious.
Almost instantly I am in a trance. It feels like I am unconscious for about ten seconds but while I was knocked out I heard something in my head that kept saying, “Some things are worth believing.” This kept repeating in my head as the I try to remember how the person kidnapped me looked. Right when I make out the person’s body shape I still can’t figure out their face or have any idea who the person is. I’m not entirely sure what their gender is as the person had rangy blonde hair with a farmers tan. This is the hardest I have ever thought in my life trying to make out a face. My brains rolodex is scanning every possible face that I have ever seen. I am still trying to remember the words that my head told me what literally seems like fifteen seconds ago. I have it narrowed down to only a handful of people and I am getting near the bull’s-eye with every shot. My final breath is feels like I am in a bull fight where if I make a even a small misstep it is game over. Then I shoot the arrow as it lunges toward the target I am 100 percent sure the arrow will hit in the middle of the target. And I know who it is when my eyes hit the light.
What have I done to him? How did I upset him to make him get mad at me? All of these questions are running through my head and I can’t think of anything to do. I can’t see anything but a bright white light at the moment. So I close my eyes and relax. I start to think of the college kid’s name again. His name is James Truman, a delinquent. A couple minutes later a man with a raged voice starts to try and wake me up from my quick dose off. I finally see a dull table with a police officer in front of me. He tells me all that the local police officers and detectives know so far and I help him add in a couple of things. When the police found me when James put me in the hall of the dorm room and locked himself in a closet to say I give up. Luckily the police got to James before he was gone and now James is currently in therapy to keep him from completely go insane and do more damage. But then I remember that thing that my head said to myself where I can’t believe everything. But is this really happening? I am wondering who’s voice that is and then I remember how I know James. He is someone I know from High School. He stole something from me and now I will never see him again. He has my identity.
