AN: So I don't know if this happens to anyone else, but its hard for me to finish stories . I tend to start one, leave it and start another and so on and so forth. But I rarely finish any. New ideas just keep popping into my head and taking over my focus, its quite frustrating. So ill cave and start writing something new. So to those of you who follow my other stories, please know that I'm still working on them and by writing this new story it may actually get me past this block I'm in. Maybe. Hopefully.
So. Yeah, this is me avoiding other stories by starting a new one. I hope it interests some of you, if not I totally understand. Well here it is, the prologue; the little story before the bigger story.
The Girl From Nowhere
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Prologue
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To wake up with no beginning is the worst thing someone can experience.
To have nothing to recall or remember before the moment your eyes open, no identity or sense of belonging to associate yourself with. It's an emptiness that you can feel, but can't define, it's shapeless and soundless and meaningless-a ship with no anchor, a kite with no string, just a huge gaping hole, black and silent.
I woke up a stranger.
And crying. Fat and fast falling tears on my cheeks. All five senses come to life, bringing me to life, and it's too much for me to handle. Something like lightning-an electric pulse has my body lift and bend off the ground then back again as the lack of everything, memory and knowledge and thought rushes over me in unforgiving waves. I gasped out loud, sobbed deep in my throat and I scream then, piercing and hysteric and frightened. My mind is all white noise and shock, but my body is alive and wild, my legs kick out and my hands are clawing at the ground. The mass of nothingness that sat on my brain like a cancer, where somehow, somehow, I knew my past should be, was throbbing and the emotional and psychological pain was so cold and raw-
-I knew what I was seeing were trees, a dark gray sky far above me, I knew what I was feeling beneath me was dirt and roots and leaves-but I didn't know my name, what I looked like, how or why I was where I was, my favorite color, how old I was-there was nothing there.
I'm rolling over onto my knees and heaving, heaving so hard that my nose runs, burns, and I see spots behind my eyelids. I have to squint hard through the haze of my tears to see my hands, the pale skin of my arms and knees. Goosebumps rise, fine hairs standing at attention. I hiccup, shaking all over, and collapse sideways.
I'm naked.
Physically, and in every other sense of the word-bare and vulnerable. Another surge of rabbit like panic is seizing me, I scramble to my feet and whirl in every direction, torn between wanting to run and wanting to fall to the ground again, to curl up and cry. I don't do either, instead I sag against a tree and scream again. This time it has just one emotion behind it;anger.
I glare into the gloom ahead of me, finally feeling the chill of the night. It was night, that much I knew-it was dark and quiet-and I clung to it, like I was the tree. The chaos was starting to disperse in my head, like parting fog and I tried to focus on the things I did know, and not allow myself to continue to be swallowed by the things I didn't. That train of thought loosened the tightness in my chest just a little, and I regained more of my composure. The remainder of my tears dried to my cheeks and made my face feel stiff. With a few even breaths in and out, I reached out instead of in.
The night air was crisp, and tasted clean and earthy. I couldn't hear anything but the rustle of wind through the trees and the beating of my own heart-I was seemingly alone. I flexed my toes, felt the soil and the grit, the light breeze on my naked body. I reached up and ran trembling fingers through my hair, discovering its length and texture, it was too dark to see the color but this was enough for now. I traced my fingers next over my face, over my lips and up to the bridge of my nose, my eyebrows, my chin. I tried to map out in my head what I looked like, squeezed my eyes closed and tried to see, tried to remember-
It was like beating on a brick wall, unyielding and hard, I stomped a foot and gave another yelp of frustration. I felt helpless and hopelessly lost.
"Lost…" My own voice startled me, I hadn't meant to speak out loud. It sounded strange yet familiar at the same time.
"Lost." I said again, louder and firmer.
"Lost!" I cried into the night, it echoed back at me. I took a step forward, and then another, some invisible force pulling me along. I walked on, with no sense of direction or plan, just the desperate need to find something. There had to be someone out there who knew who I was, where I was and why, and I needed to find them
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AN: Please review, thank you!