She was running. But the thing behind her wouldn't slow down. If anything, it went faster, almost catching her foot. She tripped and fell, screaming as the beast roared, before something hit her hard and knocked her unconscious.
Why is this happening? The girl thought, before all her senses turned black.
The girl's eyes snapped open. She looked around, blinking a few times to clear her vision.
"She's waking up!" a voice whispered.
"No! She's sleepwalking!" another one said sarcastically.
"Shut up!" a third one snapped. Then, in a gentler voice, it said, "What's your name?"
"Xanthe…"
"Where did you come from?"
"I…I…I don't know. I can't remember."
"We need to get her some help."
The girl, Xanthe, backed up, terrified. "No! I…I don't want to go back!"
"You remember?"
"I can't remember anything. That's the problem. I don't know any of you!"
A girl with black hair, tanned skin, and brown eyes stood up. She had on a t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of converse. She looked at Xanthe square in the eye.
"We only want to help. We won't hurt you."
Breathing in and out, Xanthe lay back down.
Where am I?