I don't even know where to begin...
I don't even know why I'm starting this retarded diary in the first place! My colleagues forced it on me, saying it'd help keep me sane.
Bah! What do they know?
... Though, I suppose it'd help upon personal reflection, and it may soothe my weary soul...
Fine!
I may as well start from the beginning, but I have no clear recollection of it. My first memory was... darkness. Deep darkness...
I remember awakening in some forest, though I have no idea why or how I even got there. It was nighttime, and was raining hard, with loud thunder frightening me. I was hiding by a big tree, shedding long, hopeless tears. I didn't know what was going on, and I didn't know if I was going to last.
Suddenly, I heard a low voice directly above me.
"What's all this? What are you doing here at this time, kid?" It yawned.
I searched for the voice, but no one was around. Was it...
"A tree? B-But...-!"
"Hmm... That's new." Mused the tree. "Usually people aren't so freaked around me..."
It was a tree! It had two hole-like eyes and a similar mouth. And a branch-like nose. I was confused.
"Umm...? Mr. Tree? I... really don't know what I'm doing here." I truthfully, yet cautionly said. "All I know is I woke up hungry and with a headache."
"Amnesia at such an early age?" The tree said, surprised. "You have to remember something. It'll all come back in time."
"Tell me," He began. "Do you at least remember that loud crash not too long ago?"
"What crash?"
"Hmm... That crash. No one saw it coming, something just landed about three miles away. I'm thinking that you may be related to it. I'll signal some help. In the meantime, help yourself to some of my apples, and you can stay here until they come. I'm sorry, but I can't offer you something like a blanket. I'm just an oak... By the way, what's your name, kid?"
"Name? I... I don't have one..." I blinked.
"You don't remember?" He asked. I nodded slowly. "In that case... would you mind it if I called you... Popopo?"
I nodded again. Popopo... that name sounded familiar...
"Okay, Mr. Tree! Do you have a name?"
"Oh, me? Well, some call me Whispy Woods."
"Whispy..."
He smiled and then shot whirlwinds out of his mouth upwards in a pattern, as if making a signal out of it. I went to sleep, knowing that my friend would watch after me.