"Something is terribly wrong. I need to get out of here."
You are probably wondering where I am in this story. Well actually right about now you are probably wondering how I expected you to realize this is a story and not just a quote, and even more so this is a story about me. Well, reader, I have high expectations for you, so try and keep up will you? (That sounded mean once I typed it out, but I'm not a huge fan of backspace... I apologize.)
((Remember the ( )'s are whispers, they are my inner thoughts))
Back to the story at hand. "Where am I? Why is it all so dark, and why am I so light headed, and dizzy. I need to get out." So I crawl out of my trunk.