Pull the blanket over your face and backpack and go back to sleep.
From Create Your Own Story
Black and White Backpack
Somehow, you fall back asleep, the insistent pull of drowsiness dragging you back under. Your eyes slowly slip back closed and you drift off again.
Some indefinite amount of time later, you begin to wake back up again, yawning restfully.
Or, at least, attempting to yawn; slowly, realization dawns upon you as you bring up one hand to grope confusedly at your face. The black and white backpack is gone now, but it seems to have taken with it the bottom half of your jaw, and when you take your hand away to look at it, you find it covered with gratuitous amounts of blood.
You are missing all of your bottom teeth, and your tongue. You sigh in exasperation, dim pulses of horror beginning to tug at your stomach. Not again, you think, fed up with life. Looking around the room, you see a trail of blood leading to the window, which just so happens to be irreparably broken. You assume this is the path the backpack had taken.
