Ow. My head hurts… Wait…

I struggle to open my eyes, and my hand finds my hair which, surprise surprise, is a tangled mess.

That wasn’t my dad. Wow. Good job. I can’t even make good thoughts right now. Was that even proper grammar? Wow I’m freaking out. I wonder if anyone can tell. Wait… I wonder… where am I?

I look up from the… wait is this a bed? OK so I’ve been sitting on a bed. And I look up from it, and I’m in a cage. WHAT FREAKING PSYCHOPATH PUT ME IN A BIRDCAGE?! It’s made of silver. What the heck. That’s… expensive. So rich psychopath has got me. That means they can cover it up. Dang it.

So I’m screwed. It’s dark outside… When was it when that person that was most definitely not my dad got me? Like… 6, right? Yeah. OK so 6 O’clock, the sun goes down around 7 ish anyway… So I have no idea what time it is. It’s dark, yeah but… Why can I see if it’s dark?

I sit up, feeling my head throb. Great. Now I have a headache. But I stand, and I feel a lot of weight on my right ankle. What the heck?

Sitting back down again, I lift my ankle onto my lap, and feel the metal around it. It’s not smooth, it’s got different parts to it… one pokes me and I flinch, but after sucking on my finger I know I’m not bleeding.

Dumbass. Why did you put your finger in your mouth after touching mysterious metal? Whatever, I’m not dead yet, right?

I let my ankle drop and walk away from the bed. The edge of the cage has gotta be somewhere, right? I have my arms in front of me when I realize that you know what? I can see… a bit. This place glows silver. Do you know how when you’re in your bed at night, and everything’s in shades of grey and black? It’s like that, but actually silver. I reach the bar of my cage, and running my hand along it, it feels like my ankle cuff. These bars aren’t like the regular, flimsy bars of a birdcage. And not only is it textured, it’s huge! It’s got… texture that I don’t think I’ve ever felt a metal having. I shuffle towards the next bar, and wrap my arms around it. My fingers barely touch… but that doesn’t mean much. I'm a small person, I’m not even 5’3 yet. And then I realize something is odd.

I’m cold.

Yeah it’s Autumn, but I’m pretty good at handling cold. Brushing my fingers along the next bar, I realize the other odd thing.

The bars are warm. No, not burning up… but for how cold I’m feeling, how cold this air is, they’re metal, they should be freezing. And they’re not. They’re skin temperature, like the anklet is. Yeah, I’ve probably been wearing the anklet long enough it’s adjusted to my body temperature, but why are the bars warm?

I hit my knee on something and stumble. Damn, that was dumb. I feel what I didn’t see in the dark, and it turns out it’s just a chair. Alright so, I’ve got a chair and a bed.

I can’t escape, these bars are huge and close together. As I’m already on my knees, I reach over to the bar. It’s thicker down here at the bottom, and it’s bumpy… I follow one of the bumps, but it disappears into the floor.

That’s odd too.

Placing my hands on the bottom of the bar, and moving up, I feel it slowly get thinner. Maybe if I can climb up high enough, I can get out! I stretch up on my tip toes, and suddenly feel something that shatters my hopes. It’s a sideways bar.

Stupid kidnappers, thinking of everything. I slump to the floor and hold my head in my hands. Stupid headache, I don’t have time for this. I don’t have time to waste, I need to get out… but it’s hard to get out if I can’t see. I make my way back over to the bed. I’m not surprised to find the headboard is equally as odd as both the manacle and the bars. It’s spiky though, so I scoot down, trying to avoid it. I won’t sleep… But… I might want to just… rest my eyes…

I’ll wake up when it’s light, I’ll be out of here soon.

I hope this isn’t where Lily is…