What do you do if you are the last person on earth and today is your birthday?
Today is the 13th day of Nablopomo, so I can’t let this day go by without telling you the story of how I was kidnapped. It’s not exactly the kind of thing that happens in the normal course of life.
I was never taken, or drugged, or held for ransom.
It was more of an abduction. I was driving home from the bus stop.
The route that I usually take is a country road that runs through the woods, mostly.
I was out of town and hadn’t seen any cars.
I was only a mile or so away from my house.
It was a beautiful late summer day.
The sun was shining and the air was crisp and cool.
The last person on earth celebrates their own birthday.
But I did this year.
I baked a cake for myself.
A huge and lovely cake.
With icing in every color I could imagine.
I even used a whole can of icing.
And lots and lots of candles.
I put the cake out on the back porch, just like I had for my birthday in the last decade.
And I lit all the candles and sang “Happy Birthday” to myself.
I remember back in the day I used to do that.
My birthday was never a big deal, and I thought I was pretty much uncelebrated in the grand scheme of things.
But then, this year, I decided that the fact that I was alive was pretty special, and that I deserved a whole cake, with lots of candles, and singing, and presents.
I was proud of myself, in that moment.
In the year I’ve had so far, I’ve learned a lot about myself.
I’ve seen how much I’m willing to give up in order to feel love, and how strong my fear is.
I’ve seen how much I’ve changed, for the better.
And now I’ve taken a moment to celebrate myself.
I haven’t always had a lot of self-confidence.
I know that.
I’ve been through some really rough patches.
But I’m not afraid to say that I’m pretty proud of myself.
So, that’s my way of celebrating.
You can keep the gimmes’ nah, I’m not really into that.
I’m not going to let you take the easy way out.
I’m going to go out on a limb.
I’m going to tell you something about myself.
Something that you’re probably not supposed to know.
I’m a virgin.
I’m not ashamed.
I’m not embarrassed.
I’m not naive.
I know what it means to want someone’s love.
To crave that kind of connection.
And I know that it can be’ hard’.
It can hurt.
But it’s worth it.
I know you’ll think it’s a bad thing, I know you’ll think I’m a ‘ slut’.
I know you’ll think I’m a’ idiot’.
But, for me, it’s worth it.
You’ll be disgusted, and angry, and you’ll look at me
It was a perfect fall day.
I don’t remember how I got to the end of the road.
The next thing I remember, I was being carried into a house. I couldn’t believe that I had been kidnapped.
I didn’t know what was going on.
But it wasn’t long before I realized that I wasn’t going to be able to escape.
I was tied to a bed.
I could see the trees outside.
I could hear birds chirping.
It was a beautiful scene.
The woman that had me tied to the bed didn’t look anything like the women that I’d seen on the bus.
She wasn’t pretty.
Her hair was wild and it stuck out in all directions.
Her clothes were old and ragged.
She looked like a homeless person.
I was terrified.
She started speaking to me in a foreign language.
The language wasn’t Hebrew.
I asked her where I was.
She just looked at me and nodded.
I asked her where my family was.
She didn’t answer.
She asked me to trust her.
She told me that she was going to let me go.
Then she began to take off her clothes.
She was wearing nothing but a thong bikini.
She told me that she was going to let me go if I would do the same.
I didn’t know what she was talking about.
She had a razor and a pair of scissors.
I didn’t know what to do.
I tried to pull away from her.
She cut my braids.
I was horrified.
I was screaming and crying.
Then she took out a gun and