My dad left to buy a bottle of milk,

But never came back.

And now I’m looking at the empty glass right beside me, thinking:

**“Where the hell did you go?”**

I don’t remember drinking milk. But then again, I don’t quite remember anything at all.

I try to stand up—

But realize my hands are tied with a rope.

My legs, my body too.

I’m sitting on a chair.

Right beside me there is a table. On it lays a book—a Bible?

It looks like a Bible.

I think it is one,

Has a cross on it.

Yea it is one.

Wait—

A Bible??

Gosh my head is hurting.

What in the world happened?

I blink and look up.

I’m in a room.

In a building.

Is this a church?

Right next to me is a—

Bycicle tire?

I stare at it.

I stare at the glass of milk.

I stare at the Bible.

I stare at the ropes digging into my skin.

I try to make sense out of this.

Nothing.

The only thing I know

is that my dad left me for milk,

I’m in a church

tied up,

and theres a broken tire from a bycicle

I don’t own.

**What a lovely day.**