The wind hit her face and chest, like a cool wave attacking her from every angle it could. Pain, a stabbing, aching, pressurizing feeling slipped up her right leg, forcing itself up her entire body. The hospital gown was relaxed gently on her body before she opened the door, but when she did, the wind blew it behind her, along with ratty, golden hair. The force of the wind required her to squint against the strength of the gust.
The light was strong and fierce and over-powering. It pierced her eyes, blinding her with all it's might. It forced its way into her mind, confusing her, even more than she already was. She had just woken up to the darkness and silence of the hospital, and now, the light and sounds and wind was too much for her weakened body.
Star wasn't sure how she ended up in hospital. What she can remember, however, is being dragged away from Marco and his family by people in hazmat suits, and with breathing apparatus. She was terrified that day. She could remember Marco screaming at them to let her go, to let her go back to them, that she wasn't a danger to them. It didn't change their mind though; Star ended up being taken away from the only people on Earth to properly take her in.
Now, outside, she could hear nothing but the wind whistling around her ears. No birds singing. No insects chirping. No cars or people, or even monsters (that she partially expected because, come on, what could have caused this much silence and peace?). Though the environment was peaceful, she wasn't in peace. She could feel an unsettled, knotted feeling in her stomach, causing her to nearly throw up, but it wasn't a sick feeling. It was a feeling of dread, and unease.
Her heart slowed slightly as her eyes adjusted, and the wind cooled down. She took more steps away from the back door, her bare feet aching. The rough paving underneath her feet pressing pain into her pale and tired toes and heels. Her whole body was in pain, like you would get while recovering from a surgery. Her head felt bare without the familiar feeling of her devil-horn headband. She blinked wordlessly at the sky, silently cursing the fact it wasn't night, so that it would be easier for her tired eyes to see the world around her.
She felt vulnerable. She was limping, dressed in a thin hospital gown, without her magical wand that she inherited from her mother. Her mother. She would be able to save, or at least help Star in her time of need. Another step. She still couldn't remember how she ended up in the hospital, and the room she had found herself in when she woke up didn't detail any clues.
More steps. A set of stairs. Star could count about seventeen down to car park. She must have been on the second floor then. She placed a hand on the wall next to her to gain balance to step a stair at time down to the bottom. When she reached the ground, the much softer, wet grass welcomed her feet with warmth and comfort. She just wanted to bury herself in the grass and wait there until someone found her.
Another thought hit her head. She was hungry. And thirsty. She looked around to find the direction to the closest restaurant or café. But what she found was horrifying.
There were white cloths laid lazily over bodies, black flies swarming over them. The sight caused Star to lose the air in her lungs, leaving her panting, weaker than she was before. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't think, just walk aimlessly through the decaying smell of the bodies, with red marks staining the pure white of the blankets.
She shut her eyes, collapsing against the forgiving, comforting grass below her. She pressed the image of the corpses to the back of her mind, never wanting to think of it again. Sure, she had seen wars and beat up bodies in Mewni, but this was much more terrifying. The helpless humans, unable to do anything to save themselves. It must have been monsters that attacked, right?
It couldn't have been humans fighting each other. They never did that. At least, Star had never seen it. She gasped into the ground, a disgusting sob and cry pushing out of her lungs, chest and mouth, piercing the beautiful, eerie silence around her. Those people couldn't be dead. Humans don't die that easy, do they? They always go down with a fight, whether it's a battle, a disease or just normal old age, they would always fight till the last second they could.
Star wish she could understand. But she never did. Marco would try to explain to her things she didn't understand, but sometimes it made it worse. She never told him that though, he was always just trying to make life on Earth easier for her. But now, she wished she had his explanations, and his nachos, and his horchatas. He wasn't here to save her, not this time.
Slowly, her eyes drifted closed, and she was at rest again in a reasonably peaceful and undisturbed sleep. She dreamt of easier times, when the people she loved would tuck her into a soft bed with a blanket, would carry her to bed when she fell asleep on the sofa while they were watching their favourite Earth shows. When Marco would cuddle her close after nightmares where he was hurt or killed. It was happier, when she wasn't in any danger, or had just woken up in a hospital with no recollection of why she ended up in there.
"Star?" A female voice sparked up behind her. She opened her eyes, and turned to the voice, holding out her hand, thinking her wand was there. She looked at her hand in embarrassment, and looked back up to the girl who recognized her.
Star croaked out a small "Janna?"
A/N: Hey guys, first multi-chapter fic. I'm gonna go for about 5 chapters, but it will most likely end up as more. Each chapter should have about 1000 words, thats what I aim for in chapters. The next chapter will probably up tomorrow, but maybe not. i dont know.