Chapter 1- Distortion
Darkness its all I see when I wake up.
I feel the grit of dirt beneath me.
It's hard to breath let alone scream.
My senses seem askew.
I'm alive?
I slowly start to scratch, pound hell I'll brake the whole god damn thing open just to get out of here.
I can smell the blood from my torn nails but I don't really care as long, as I get out.
I want to be out of this so badly. My only thoughts are Must Get Out.
I feel more dirt but now air too, hope blossoms, as I slowly start to come out from whatever hell I'm currently in.
I throw myself against the dirt, I'm a women possessed for I don't care if I die as long as I escape this.
My heart pounds against the lack of air and I feel as if I am being squeezed to death.
I will escape I know it.
I can feel the bugs crawl against my skin and I know that I will not forget this for a very long time.
Finally I see light, my head feels clearer, I can see but blurry at best.
There are no lights around me but a moon above that seems to shine like a spotlight. I realize then that I am actually crawling from underneath the ground: as I look down at my body still half covered by the earth.
I think how ironic it is that I after all these years of killing vampires, and I have never realized how exhausting it is to do. No wonder why they are so easy to kill, I feel as if I have not eaten in months. I barely have enough strength to pull the rest of my body out of the ground. It feels as if I am escaping the very jaws of death.
Finally I am out, all I can do is lay down, and take greedy gulps of oxygen.
I must have fallen asleep because I wake to a dog barking in the background. I slowly look around, everything seems off and I can't seem to get my mind around much of anything.
I can only think of survival.
I slowly start to get up. I realize how unsteady I am, as if I am a toddler and have forgotten how to properly walk or stand.
I look up at the moon my only source of light to see rainclouds in the distance, and lightening.
I should find shelter otherwise, I will probably sick on top of all of the disorientation. I try to look around but all I see is rows of tombstones and dirt, so this is a graveyard.
Did someone bury me alive?
I realize I cannot remember what has happened to me. I know I feel wrong. Somehow I am here and I know that this is a mistake.
Were will I go, no one is here. Should I know where to go?
Panic seizes me and I realize what a bad situation I truly am in.
Suddenly I feel large raindrops fall on me.
That didn't take long.
I start to crawl, there must be some place with at least a roof around.
As I am crawling, I see large stone steps, leading into what looks like a basement. I slowly and carefully start to crawl down the steps. It is dark and I hate it, but I need to find shelter. Soon I cannot see anything, not even my hands are visible.
Finally I reach level cement and I stay at the corner.
My mind spins and I cannot seem to make much of anything make sense, so I do the only thing I can, and sleep.
I awake again, and this time it is to hammers and nails being pounded into wood.
I can see from the light shining up from the stairs that it is now morning.
I slowly try to stand, and have trouble but not as much as last night.
I look around, my vision still hazy. I realize this is a crypt.
The place smells overwhelming with the sweet scent and I am thankful to find candles.
Perhaps, I may come back here, even though I am not fond of enclosed spaces this place is quite big, it reminds of Spikes crypt.
I realize that I remember him now, bleached hair, looking at me with blue eyes.
He must be waiting for me, I remember fighting with him, then fighting with others, a women, with curly blonde hair, yes and another girl screams my name, Buffy.
Yes, that is my name. My name is Buffy.
My world spins again and I realize I need to sit down before I fall down.
I best keep remembering my history at a slower pace.
Wherever I have been has taken a toll on me. I need to conserve my energy, and I need to find them.
It is a strange because I remember me.
I know I am a slayer.
I know have a history with a family and friends.
It is the details, and memories that are all fuzzy.
I know I should be home, but where is this home?
How do I get there?
What has happened to me?
I feel so overwhelmed, so much despair, how can I possibly remember it all?
I need to get out of here.
I need to find my house, with my friends and my family.
I start to walk up the stairs, towards the sunlight, its so bright. My eyes have a hard time adjusting to the light.
I can see that across from the cemetery there are men working on some sort of house.
I need to find something I can trigger my memory.
I start to follow the street, the street are dirtier than I remember.
Watch Out!
I duck to the side of the street just in time before a carriage with horses runs me over me.
I do not remember carriages, with horses!
I start to hear people on the next street, so I start to run.
Surely, I am really home?
Instead of modern stores, I tons of horse drawn carriages parked in front of what look like old fashioned stores.
All these stores look old, and are filled with people.
I realize now, that not only am I in the wrong place but I am in the wrong time as well.
