Chihiro sighed, looking at the pathway to her left. She didn't even know why they were out here, the building was about a four minute walk and they were supposed to be working! Why did everyone stop?

She glared at the pathway, then her eyes widened a bit. This path looks familiar... I wonder why. Chihiro thought, rubbing the scar on the back of her head.

Funny how though the incident had happened about six years ago, the wound still hurt from time to time. Not to mention the constant migraine. The doctors hadn't mentioned that part of brain damage.

When Chihiro was eleven years old, a few months after something happened that she knew was important and she needed to know what it was, Chihiro was running down a side walk trying to catch up with her mother and father. She fell, and somehow it was the left side of the back of her head that made contact. She cracked open her skull, and was in a coma for about a week or two. The doctors performed a few surgeries while she was out, and the brain damage was fine, nothing fatal, a bit of pain here and there about once a month or two. She'd be fine, no complications. But they didn't catch one thing, and they didn't know there was even a chance of it until she woke up and that was what went down.

"Who are you? Where am I?"

Of course, her parents were heartbroken that her daughter didn't remember them, but the doctors informed them that, yes, in some severe cases, this does happen. Chihiro had amnesia, and her parents had told her everything they could about her, everything they knew about their daughter. But it wasn't enough. They didn't know about the most crucial parts, the ones Chihiro needed to know, and now here she was. Staring at an unfamiliar-yet-familiar path and trying to remember memories that she just didn't have anymore.

Chihiro was pulled harshly out f her thoughts by a yelp from one of her coworkers, Bethany. Bethany was a hard-worker, at only sixteen. She knew how to work, and she was strong and able to lift heavy objects. Chihiro had a hard time picking up some coal, she had figured this out only last week.

"What's wrong, Bethie?" Chihiro asked. They were friends of sorts, just not very close. Chihiro didn't have a bestfriend.

"I thought i heard something over there, down the pathway."

"Why don't go go check it out, Hiro?" Haru, Bethany's best friend asked. He was just a pain, if you asked Chihiro.

"Don't call me that! And do you know what, maybe I will!" Chihiro glared, spinning around in her yellow vans, storming down the path.

"He just gets me so mad!" Chihiro muttered, running fingers through long brown locks of hair.

She bent upside down and put her hair up with a purple hair tie. Her mom told her she favored purple hair ties.

Chihiro buttoned up her green jacket and pulled the sleeves down, along with yanking down her white tanktop.

She giggled slightly at her choice of attire, a purple hair band, a green button up jean jacket, a white tank top, light pink skinny jeans and yellow Vans.

Then she shrugged a bit, "I'd better hurry up, it's almost sundown."

Chihiro just kept walking forwards, occasionally calling out a "Hello?"

So, she didn't see it coming when she tripped over a rock and tumbled downhill over a river, knocking herself out cold.


Yep, I'm gonna write a chaptered story. c:

Fair Winds!