A female was lying down on the grassy hill not far from her fight she had. She didn't remember anything. Her body ached, she moved slowly with the pain that had consumed her. She slowly stood up, not sure if this was right however she was unsure of herself. The breeze caught her hair.
She got into a slow walk. Not sure where she was going. But, still she walked fast. Her feet caught into a run. She tripped on her white undone shoe-lace and fell down to her knees and hands. Her lower-back long hair fell down to her shoulder. "Why… Why is this happening to me?" the frighten girl whispered, "I can't remember anything..." She stopped her walk for a bit, she slowly moved her left hand to her right shoulder and her right hand to her left hip looking out. A single tear fell from her face.
She got up slowly and shock off the dirt and grass from her crystal white tank top which had blood stains, baby-blue denim bell-bottom pants which was cut, and her crystal white bloody sneakers. She softly chewed on her lip. "I am so frighten...so alone." She let another tear out of her eyes. "Too alone..." she spoke softly. She fixed her outfit and moved off the hill. Slowly she came closer to a city. Not sure if this was her home, or what was her home. She didn't have any Id, or money.
She could notice from the start the impureness of this cold city as it came into view, kept in however it looked more like a regular city. It started to rain as she stepped closer to it. Strangers ran into the buildings that they were most likely because soon the city would full of rain. Some lightly pushed others as they ran. She shook her head in disagreement of this city, yet she moved swiftly to it. Her white shirt become see-through and her shoes became soaked. As she moved more to it, she felt herself become colder as a person. She looked at her wrist finding an elastic band on it she tied her hair up in a bun. Her eyes become colder.
"Is to be human to make mistakes? Or do we just do it? Do we change from cold when we are not pushed-away? Is this human or this animal-like?" The girl whispered. She straighten her clothing with her hands. She started to sway her hips right-to-left in a cold way.
Where I am? Why does my head hurt? What is my age? What is my mission in life? What is the mission of life? Who did I love? Why does this dark place keep me here, and consume me as a person? I hope to find out these answers and more, in this place. She thought to herself. As she moved more into this city she felt her heart becoming consumed as she moved faster in the walk. Even through, something kept her from walking this way. Something, as if it was trying to protect her or decline her of knowing the truth.