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Through an endless pit of despair, she awoke. Except everything hurt. Her body felt as if it was on fire, while at the same time she felt so cold. Shivering, her eyes heavily opened with a great force. Her harsh breathes were hitched and short. She tried to sit up but her stomach was in knots. Emilia could feel the tears coming on. They slowly slid down her cheeks but she didn't know why, aside from the obvious pain.
It slowly came to her… She leaned back on the grassy ground. It was hot and humid and the air was sticky. She sighed jaggedly, the sky itself was black but you could see the faint blue behind it. Where was the smoke coming from? She thought to herself. Emilia raised her hand, there was dried blood on it. She put her hand to her face and rubbed it. The blood came off and onto her hand. She felt the pressing urge to vomit. How did she get here? Where the fuck was she?
She racked her brain, but nothing came to mind. Grunting and groaning she tried to roll over. Only halfway and she couldn't handle it. Frustrated, she slammed her back down onto the ground. That was a bit idiotic as she felt the sharp pain move through her head and neck. She turned her head carefully to the side to look at her surroundings. There was a rather large piece of scratched white shrapnel, but nothing else seemed to be there. Her shirt was ripped and blood-stained. Her jeans, well they were ripped from top to bottom. Her sneakers were well, dirty and also bloody.
She wanted to scream but instead bit her lip. Her throat was dry and she contorted as she brought herself upwards. Her screams came out scratchy and tears were once again, coming down. She turned over and sobbed into the ground. She was so lost and there was no one here. She took a deep breath through her nose, and thought back to last thing she could recall. Her family, childhood, and all her shenanigans but nothing else. It hit her that she could not remember her own name. What was it? Was it Renée? No, that sounded wrong. Erin? Still not it…
Emilia groaned, she was practically paralyzed and she didn't even know her own name. Only time could tell, she couldn't force this one on herself. Beads of sweat slowly fell down her face and there were a few flies buzzing around. She clutched her head in pain, the feeling was tremendous and throbbing. The tall trees surrounding her were green and overall it seemed like a nice, tropical area. Except it seemed secluded and smelled smoky along with the natural greenery smell of the land.
She could hear the ocean waves so maybe she was near a beach? But the lingering question on her mind was how in the world did she get here? In fact, there were many questions which she knew all too well, would go unanswered. A loud moan came from her as she tried to examine herself. Nothing but dried blood, cuts, scrapes, bruises. You name it, she probably had it. But she wasn't completely torn up.
Her stomach let out a growling sound. Beyond it, she was hungry and thirsty. Emilia tried to get up but she couldn't bear the pain. She extended her feet out and watched the smoke slowly fade away. That was strange… It meant that someone was here or there was a fire. Either way, she couldn't do anything about it. Determined, she got up on wobbly feet before falling right on her ass back to the ground. It wasn't the pain, it was because she was so damn dizzy.
She fisted her hands and slammed them into the ground. Regaining her composure, she slowly put both knees on the ground, and lifted one leg at a time to try to stand up. She wavered for a bit and tried to ignore the light-headedness. Deciding to wait, she stood thinking intensely. She squished her eyes together to try to remember anything… No luck. How could she forget her name? Emilia scornfully thought. An idea came to her, she checked her pockets for any identification. But nothing was on her. The sun hit her creating a warmth that made her immediately crave more of it. She shivered which only made it harder for her to control her breathing. Emilia cautiously started walking as if to see if she would tip over. But with each step, she increased her speed and slowly ran to a pond she could see that was nearby. She could see the water was nice and clear. Emilia sat on her knees and leaned over to see what was inside. She spotted her reflection. It wasn't like she was unfamiliar with her face, it just was blood-stained and dirty. Emilia scooped up some water with her hands and splashed her face and neck. It didn't stop the fresh cuts but it did semi-clear off the dried blood. She ran her hands across the cool surface of the water.
Emilia sat there for a while thinking to herself and going through endless scenarios. Did she do something stupid that caused her to end up here? She looked around again, the air had gotten cooler and the sun was beaming. How nice the weather was to be enjoying a great day when she was completely torn and lost. She sighed and laid back down. She wanted to sleep but was not going to let that happen anytime soon. Emilia wanted to be anywhere but here. She sat back up and called out, "Hello?" "Is anybody here?"
She wasn't very loud as she felt stupid for talking to no one in particular and her throat ached. What if she was just somewhere near home? But she quickly dismissed that idea, there was no way in hell that this was anywhere where she lived. Emilia looked up again at the sky. Only this time noticing something strange… Why the hell was there a pink blouse hanging on the tree? She could climb it and take it down, it wasn't a very tall tree. But it only increased her curiosity and confusion. All she was certain about, at this moment, was that she wasn't here alone.
Soo, I'm rating this one M because it's going to be dark and have certain themes but not all of it is like that... Well, I hope you liked it so far, but anyways Thanks! :)