I was asleep...asleep for a long time. That's the last thing I remember...was being asleep.
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I awoke in a field where the grass was around me, encircling my body. I didn't know where I was. Or who I was, for that matter. It was so strange; to be alive, yet not know who you were. I guess I was like that.
Heaving myself from my miserable position, I arise from my makeshift…bed, I guess. Looking around, I rub my hand. It had a strangely-shaped…scar on it. I guess I could call it that.
"Oomph. My head hurts like crazy." I rub it, feeling the many burrs stuck in my blonde hair. "Where am I? What am I doing here? And…and…" I look down at myself. "Who am I? What's my name?" I look down at myself. Something catches my eye, sticking out of my pocket.
I drag a piece of white paper out of my pocket. On it were some words I didn't understand, but it was signed 'Jeremie.'
Was that my name?
