Laying on her back, Lana squinted her eyes up to the light that pierced through the gaps in the leaves and branches of the trees that towered above her.
Her eyes watered slightly from the brightness of the midday sun but she didn't mind.
The shrills of cicadas and the drum of her own heart seemed almost as loud as the shouts and rattling fire of weaponry.
Her skin burned under the relentless heat of the summer.
Her breathing slowed as she began to relax more, it had been a stressful day after all.
A fly landed on her eyebrow, scuttling round her cheek and exploring the incline of her nose before buzzing someplace else.
The first thought that came to her was that back home her mum would be cooking lunch, her dad would probably be reading the paper and her dog Pippen would be bounding about waiting to be walked.
Thinking of home made everything seem far away and she felt calm. Looking at the sun she smiled.
She thought of everything that was and what would have been.
She remembered the ring on her left hand and and laughed at the cruelty of it all. She couldn't help but cry, not of sadness but of the overwhelmingness of it all.
That is how she died.
When her eyes reopened the sun was gone.
She wasn't where she remembered, or at least she thought she wasn't.
Looking down she was in fetal position and her naked skin looked shiny and oddly new.
Since it was night time the streets were mostly empty.
She pushed herself to her feet before tumbling over again, almost like her limbs had never before been used. She tried again and took shaky steps to the end of the alleyway she was in.
Her mind hurt with the tingling of confusion. Memories tugged at her brain but were just out of her reach. She couldn't remember who she was and seemed only to have the experience of a baby.
She could hear the far away voices but none if the words made sense. She continued down the wide street until she came across the building where the voices came from.
Intrigued she pushed the doors open, the murmuring stopped as soon as she stepped through the doors. Some people just stared, their mouths open and eyes wide.
Some whispered to each other, some laughed and pointed.
She didn't know what they were saying or what made her any different from them but suddenly she felt extremely embarrassed.
Her face turned red and her eyes watered up. She spun round, running from the bar leaving the hollering and shouts behind.
She ran until her legs burned, they weren't used to being used at all. She refused to stop and soon came across a stretch of woods, she ran through the trees trusting her gut feeling to Guide her through the dark woods.
It wasn't long before her leg caught on a branch and she crashed onto the forest floor. Raising her hand to above her face, a drop of red liquid dripped onto the crease of her eyelid and her hand stung around the red watery line.
Her vision focused behind her hand, the moon light shining through the cracks in the tree line and the quiet sounds of insects stirred something inside of her.
Her breathing became quicker and her face screwed up as tears ran down her face. She began gasping and sobs racked her body, her fingers digging into the dirt.
She didn't understand why she had once felt so much pain at a similar sight but it terrified her. She didn't like this place.
Not at all.
A/N:
It'll get better. Promise? *holds out pinky*
I guess I have quiet a lot of ideas for this.
So far we have a soldier, Lana, losing her life (more may be discovered *spooky ghost noises*) then she wakes up with no memories of herself of how to act as a person (poor naked Lana)
how will she react in a word where nothing makes sense?
I may as we'll mention now that I will only continue to post this online if I think there's anyone out there enjoying it, and if anyone has suggestions or ideas about what they would like to see, just drop me a comment/message!
I'm hoping this will be a fairly long story with an eventual pairing.