A/N: I don't own so and so's blah blah blah. I don't even really own this plot line, it's so ridiculously over done it's insane. But I do however own this girl who is fiendishly based of of me and a friend of mine, kind of. Eh, well in little parts anyways, like personality is guess. But whatever, read on.

They say to write what you know. Well, all I know is that I'm stuck here, in this place, and I have no hope of getting out of it. So if I know anything about anything, it means I know nothing. Wait. That doesn't even make sense. I know things, I know a lot of things. Fantastic, brilliant things. I know that everything happens for a reason. I know that when life gives you lemons you should make lemonade. And I know that I'm lost.

Completely, and utterly, lost.

It wouldn't be a problem for me if I was, say, in my own neighborhood, city, hell, even a neighboring city would be great. But, no. I'm in a forest. I'm in a bloody FOREST. And I have no clue how I got here. Actually, I don't even know where here is. I was sleeping. A nice, relaxing, peaceful, oblivious sleep, and now I'm in a forest. I know, I can't seem to get over that fact, but I've never even seen a forest before, let alone magically appeared in one.

Wherever I am, it's fantastically cold. Although that could be because of all the trees making it almost impossible to tell whether it was day or night. Fucking trees, they're everywhere, like scary looking demons, mocking my confusion. Screaming cruel ideas towards me, whipping their bran-

No, no, it's fine. I'm just scaring the shit out of myself. The trees are not moving. The trees are not screaming. I'm just imagining things, I'm fine. I have to find a way out of here, wherever here is. Looking around I can't really see any distinguishing features. But again, trees. Mossy trees. Moss points to civilization, right? Pioneers? Anybody? Oh, right, I'm talking to myself, because there's nobody here. Except me. Might as well answer myself.

Yes, moss points to civilization. Must follow the moss. Jesus, that is nasty looking moss. Ah, no, keep focus, follow the weird, wet, purpley moss of doom. I think it's working, things are looking brighter, I'm going the right way.

And I tripped.

On a tree.

I swear that tree wasn't there before.

Sure it wasn't.

Are you calling me a liar?

Damn straight I'm calling you a liar.

Shut your wh-

Shit. Fucking stop that, I've got to get up, I'm almost there. I don't know where there is but I can feel it. Ugh, up, get up! Stupid legs, why won't you move? I'm crawling now, I have to get there, whatever it is. I have to be there.

Oh god, I see a tree line. It's right there, I've got to get closer!

Ah, it burns! Oh god, it burns so bad! What is this? I'm trying to look around but by now it's all blurry. I still feel it. It's changing me from the inside. Why? Why is everything going dark?

What was that noise?

A/N: Alright so this is my first story. It's not going to be in this weird point of view for long, possibly another chapter or two. Nothing's really established here at this point except that she's lost, has a dirty mouth (but a wonderful way with words nonetheless), and that she's possibly dying. Or is she? Eh. I'm kind of just writing this to get it out of my head. Review?