16: Part 1

The next day was better than the previous one. My ankle was better and I was able to walk around, although I was still kind of limping while walking.

While rummaging through my vast wardrobe for something simple and comfortable to wear, while I was still in just a towel, I felt something cool and hard beneath my fingers in one of the drawers. I grabbed onto it and pulled it out. It was my phone. It was still the same. The cracked screen and scratched plastic cover was still intact and I preferred it that way for some weird reason. I had almost forgotten about my phone in there. Mrs. Jenson had told me the day she showed me my done up room that it was placed in one of the drawers. And then I completely forgot about it.

My eyes widened. It has been more than a week since we were kidnapped. And with the phone, I had completely forgotten ab