1)Where am I ?
I have a terrible headache. A warm fluid flows on my eyelids, I wipe it away with the back of my hand, and forced myself to open my eyes. I suffer terribly, and my hand is soaked with blood. I bring it again to my forehead : I can feel under my fingers that the cut is not really deep. I try to get up, and finally manage to sit down ; I look around me, trying to understand what had happened. There is a bloody rock next to me, it probably caused my injury, I must have fallen...
Now, the question is : how have I passed from the state of schoolgirl in math class to injured girl in a forest ! While I'm trying to find a rational explanation to that situatuion, my look falls on a kind oh headband, decorated with a musical note. He is a bit torn on a side, and plastered with clay. But it will make a good bandage, or at least the best I can find for the moment. I grab the headband, and tie it firmly aroud my head. I lied on a tree, and in spite of the absurdity and the precariousness of my situation, I finally fall asleep.
Dash it ! I slept, but I'm still in that nightmare ! This situation is completely surrealistic ! I stare at the trees around me as if they were going to erase at the very moment. Unfortunately, nothing moves, and I suddenly notice the shades are already growing, it is probably later than I thought. I try to get on my feet, stagger, but manage to stay up. Relying on the trees, I start to go in the direstion of the sun, by chance. Anyway, I cannot stay there !
I go on this way for a quarter of an hour, until my attention is attracted by a sound. So happy that I scarcely believe in my luck, I "rush" to its origin. A spring ! What a pleasure ! What a happiness ! At least, water ! I fall to my knees, and drink eagerly. After having satisfied my thirst, I loosen my headband in order to wash it. My wounds immediately starts bleeding again. I clean it up quickly and tie the headband tightly again. I catch a glimpse of my reflection on the water... My long brown hair is sticky with blood, I spend a moment to rinse them off. Washing my hair is not one of my priority, but who knows what the scent of blood might attract! I feel a little reassured now. This source is a new mark, and I feel a little less lost... The night has fallen already, but I am not afraid. I feel like darkness is protecting me. I have always felt that. The stars are beginning to twinkle in the sky. I look up to stare at them, but I cannot recognize any of the constellations. Another strange thing...
I am looking desperately for the North Star in order to situate myself, when an ice-cold touch on my neck makes me start. The blade of a strange, sharp thing is placed there, ready to cut my throat. Frozen, I dare not turn around, and have to guess from his voice that my assailant is a man:
"The sky is indeed beautiful tonight..."