I'm lost. I'm sprawled out on the floor. I don't recognize a thing around me. All the shapes and colors are not familiar at all. I look down at my body, and I am confused. I don't look like that at least I don't think so. I try to stand up, but it's hard to push of the ground. My strength gives out and I collapse again. Panic sets in. Where am I? Why am I alone? Is anyone coming to help me? The unfamiliar shapes are coming closer. I try to scream, but there's no sound. I close my eyes and try to block out my fears.
When my eyes open again I am alone in a room. The room has nothing but four white walls, a white ceiling, and a white floor. There's no door, nor window. I try to scream again. This time there's a small sound. In the corner of the room I see a bit of color. I scream out again and there's more. I shout and shout until the room seems right again. Or, at least, less confusing. The ceiling is still white, but the walls are a very light purple. There is a window on the left side of the room, and a door directly in front of me. I look out the window. I see a field. It is odd, though, as there is not a person or animal in sight. The grass is eerily still. I walk over to the door. I slowly turn the knob and carefully peek my head out the door.
I step out two feet, and am washed over with a strange sensation. I quickly turn around and sprint back to the comfort of walls around me, but there is nothing there. The room I was in has vanished. I spin around in a circle, but on all sides of me there is nothing but grass. Oh no, I think, as I realize, the grass is growing. It was only to my toe one minute ago, but it's at my ankles now. I try to run, but the faster I run, the faster it grows. I stop running when it has reached my neck. I sink down and sit in the tall grass. I begin to cry.
As my tears hit the ground, the grass shrinks down. I keep crying. Once my eyes are dry I look around. I'm somewhere completely new. I'm always somewhere new. No place I go looks like where I've been. I look different too. I'm starting to realize this. Nothing will ever be just like it was. Everywhere I end up will give me new challenges, and I will need to learn how to deal with all of them. I will keep moving forward and it will get easier with each new trouble I face. I will grow and change with each one. It is hard to tell I'm the same person who started out, but if you look closely you can see bits of who I used to be, because, though my past is gone, I take pieces of it with me as I move on, and the pieces help me move forward.