My first non-oneshot amnesia story ^.^
Enjoy, those who read this... I'm sure people will re-visit this community once A Machine For Pigs comes out.
Laurese Gwendolyn Robyns POV:
Thunder clapped and rain beat against the hood of the unstable wooden carriage. The horses up front whinnied nervously, and lightning flashed across the sky. I pulled the curtains over the small window, and called out to the driver. "Merideth," I said, anxiously. "Should we stop? I'm not fond of riding in bad weather..." The frail girl yelled over the sound of pouring rain. "There's not a village for miles, m'lady, it's not a good idea to stop now!" I settled back into my seat, and tried to take my mind off of the storm. I reached for a book I'd brought for the ride, "Aeris of Earth", and began to read.
The road grew bumpy and the carriage darkened further. What path are we taking? I wondered. We're probably under some trees.
Thunder clapped again, louder this time, and the carriage jolted to the side. I slammed my hands down, and called out shakily, "Merideth! What's going on?"
"The horses are a bit unsettled, it's nothing to wo- whoa! Whoa! -rry about, Miss 'Reese!" The wooden deathtrap lurched again. I tore open the front curtains- at just the wrong moment.
When I opened them, Merideth looked down and one of the reigns slipped from her hands. The horse attached to it noticed it just as the loudest clap of thunder I'd ever heard boomed above us. The horse went crazy, trying to run from the noise, and the carriage was lurching to the side, leaning- and it crashed.
I was thrown around the carriage and Merideth went flying. The carriage was rolling, slamming against the ground, and eventually hit something hard. I was thrown to the front, and my head slammed against the wooden frame. My dress tore, and glass from the windows buried itself into my stomach.
With a sickening crunch, I passed out.
I'm not sure how long I had been unconscious. I woke up with my face in a pile of mud, rain still pouring.
I spat out the nasty stuff and looked around. What was left of the carriage lay twisted and broken behind me. My dress was torn and bloody, and there was no sign of Merideth anywhere. I tried to get up, but a sharp jab of pain made me lay down again. My head was pounding, and I felt like I was about to vomit.
I looked around. I was on a hill, on a bumpy path lined with bunches of trees. Through the rain and leaves, I could see that there was a building in front of me, and my heart lifted. Maybe I can get some help, I thought desperately, and wincing, I pulled myself to my feet.
The walk was long, and agonizing. I winced with every step, and the hill got steeper. Rain still poured down, and lightning flashed every few minutes, all the while I was resisting the urge to throw up a lung. Come on, Reese, you can do this. Push on.
After what felt like hours, I reached the building - and it was enormous. Putting aside my astonishment, I stumbled to the door, and slammed my fist on it. I shivered. Ugh.
It swung open, and before I could get a good look at who was standing there, I leaned down - catching a glimpse of white hair and pale skin - and vomited, right onto the owner's shoes.
Aw, christ.