The first time she opened her eyes, she didn't remember where she was or what she was doing. Her eyes widened slowly with each passing breath.
Underneath the dried blood stained lids, green orbs that shined like jade, slowly faded and flickered.
Her breath was shaky, coming out of her lungs quickly and roughly that burned her throat. She breathed in as if that was her last breath for an eternity. Each second that she breathed burned her lungs like a merciless fire.
Fine eyelashes now clumped together with blood fluttered slowly, sticking together with that horrid red substance. She briefly wondered if it was hers or someone else's.
The thought stopped when she remembered she needed to breath again.
She took a breath once again and let the fire rush back into her burning lungs. She thought about putting out the fire because it would be simple. Breathing had already become a task that she needed to remember.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, a thought came to her. Someone was waiting for her. She couldn't stop yet.
The thought soon flowed out of her mind along with the blood that now pooled her once blonde hair.
She closed her eyes and fell into restless sleep, forgetting the fire, the pain, the blood but not breathing. She continued breathing for that person waiting.
The next time she opened her eyes, she saw depthless golden eyes staring back at her. Her breath caught until she remembered that she needed to breath. She smiled to the best of her ability because it hurt so much just to smile. The gold-eyed boy stared at her with mixed emotions; in disbelief, horror, anger, relief, happiness, sorrow and was it shame in his eyes?
She moved her hand to grasp the gold-eyed boy's hand that was stained so red with her blood. She glanced at his other hand and let out a sigh of relief when she saw that both of his has were equally red or in his words, they were symmetrical. She let out a laugh that sounded too much like a sob.
She tried speaking as the gold-eyed boy began to let crystal clear droplets fall from his eyes. She mentally frowned, this was a happy event, he shouldn't be crying. Because they finally found him in this book that drove them all mad.
At last she found her voice, small and wavering, quiet and almost silent.
"Welcome back, Kid."