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Chapter 2: Entrance.

I'm still not exactly sure how it all happened. I think it started with screaming and shouts of "are you all right?" and "what happened?" but no one really knows.

My day had been going on all right, I recall waking up from that strange dream, thankfully in one piece, and going home the next day with my obnoxious sister. I also recall everything all the way up until dinner when everything started to get dizzy and black. I remember looking down at my hand, and suddenly noticing a rather odd looking scar that I hadn't remembered getting (although, with my balance and coordination, it wasn't exactly uncommon for a new scar to suddenly appear on me, so I had thought nothing of it at first.) But after all of that, my memory is fuzzy.

At first I remember thinking, "oh great, mom's done it again with dinner," being that my mother is a master at ruining a good meal. (It was no wonder our dad was the cook of the house.) She is what you could call, a "creative cooker." That had been my initial thought as to why I suddenly fell. I had fallen out of my chair during dinner, my head being in a woozy, and my body feeling like it was under attack by a million different things at one time. Heat, cold, burning, itching, the whole shebang.

I remember screaming, and then mom calling the 911 on the house phone, but nothing else. The next thing I had known I was in a hospital bed, surrounded by my loved ones, who sat and stood by my bed with clasped hands; praying I was all right. I wasn't awake for very long, though, I only remember being awake long enough to hear that I had had a seizer of some sort before passing out again.

I could hear the drifting voices as I fell asleep in that cold room, in that cold bed. My mother in a panic, my father asking what was going on, and my sister…nothing really from her. My younger brother was crying, asking why I wouldn't wake up. I thought perhaps I had died, and that it was my ghost seeing the results, but another small wake up hours later proved me wrong.

My mother was still there when I woke up; father had left, and taken the kids with him. I asked mother what the doctor had said, and she just replied, "It was nothing dear, you just fainted is all." I don't think she realized that I had heard him when he had said I had had a seizer hours before. I didn't stay on the subject long.

I continued on, asking her how long I had been there, and if I was able to get home soon. She told me that they wanted to keep me there a couple more days, and that I had only been out till then—as if that wasn't blatantly obvious—and that had only been a few hours. Why she was suddenly avoiding giving me a strait answer all of the sudden made me question why I even bothered asking. (Or why she was doing so, but more why I even bothered.)

As I look back on it now, I wish I had just asked to go home right then. I feel like I should have just fought to go home, so that I wouldn't be caught in the situation I was now in.

Why was all of this happening all of the sudden? I remember thinking that day. Why now? Everything was suddenly all topsy-turvy! It had all happened so fast, I was surprised my mind was keeping up.

The beeping of the IV was probably the last thing I heard before I slipped into a deep sleep. I was lost within my own mind, my thoughts shrouded in memory of how my world was suddenly lost.

I remember there being a dream, a dream where I was in water. Or, at least it seemed like I was in water, I couldn't really tell anymore, it felt like air, and yet I saw the water around me and the air-bubbles coming out of my mouth as I stared into the cold, dark abyss. I also remember there being a voice…who's I'm not exactly sure yet. All this time, and I still don't know. I can't remember what it had said either, just that it was there…and it was comforting. I think the next thing that happened was I recall seeing a light.

I thought about those movies with people telling their loved ones to "not walk towards the light!" But perhaps this time I should have. I should have walked towards the light, perhaps it would have lead me home instead of here, where nothing made sense and I was suddenly all alone.

But, I hadn't walked towards the light, thinking, at the time, that it would lead me to heaven and my death. No I had swum away from the light, heading towards some where off in the distance that bore something else. What, exactly, that something else had been that had drawn me to this place, I don't know, but I do know that it had seemed safer than the light. I was still human then. I was still real then…

Then there was a beach, and that was where the dream ended I think, because I woke up moments later. But I had also woken up on shore, so I wasn't exactly with it yet. I tried to go back to sleep, thinking that possibly that would lead me back home. But for some reason I was wide awake, and sleep would not come.

Then I thought I heard the voice again, it whispered in the wind to me, saying strange things. Things that seemed both incoherent and incomprehensible. The only word I made out was "chosen." (I rolled my eyes later at that one, too, so don't feel bad.)

So, after a few more minutes—at least they felt like minutes, I wasn't exactly sure how long I had been there really—of watching the night time sky, I decided to finally sit up. I thought that maybe if I did that then I would get a better view on where I was, and that maybe there would be someone around who could help me out here. However, it didn't help much really, since, as it turned out, I only sat up to face the empty ocean and lone rock formations off in the distance. It seemed peaceful enough, soft waves slowly crashing against the shore, and against the distant rocks. The sea was black beneath the night-time sky, only the moon gave it a silver illumination on the water. I sighed at the sight, but then remembered I had a mission to do: Find out where the heck I was!

Maybe if I turned around?

Nope. Nothing, but rocks, and a huge cliff. Well, I thought, that idea was worst than the first! Maybe if I walked around a bit? I looked like there was a way to get up the cliff—at least that would give me a better view of things.

As I struggled to get to my feat and look around, things seemed a little familiar to me, but I wasn't sure why. Maybe I had come here on vacation before? Yes, that was probably it. My dad loved taking vacations to strange places, so maybe this had been one of them. That would make more sense at least.

As I regained my balance and began walking towards the cliff—I had been absolutely sure that I would have to climb it—I found that it would be easier for me to get up to the top of cliff than I thought. There was a zigzag like path that led up the side of the cliff to the grassy ground above. Oh yes, it was definitely a tourist attraction, I had certainly been there before.

I laughed at the quiet, small voice in the back of my head that told me something else was going on here that it was something that I would remember for the rest of my days. Yeah right. Something special? Happening to me? It was almost as ridiculous as saying that I was now in a different world. (Oh, how I cursed myself after that one. I had practically screamed to be jinxed.)

I slowly made my way to the top of the hill; I was wide awake, but very exhausted. My legs felt like jell-o beneath me. It was almost like walking in stilts; you couldn't really keep from falling down. I did, several times, and I'm surprised I didn't roll back down to the bottom of the cliff (or if not that then trip and fall off the side—either way I'd have to work my way back up.)

My mind wandered as I traveled up. What would I find at the top? If there were people, then how was I supposed to get home? Could they help me? Would they help me? I shook my head. They had to help me…right? They would…wouldn't they? I mean after all, that would be the nice thing to do. The right thing to do. Surely not everyone in this world was truly evil and never helped anyone at all but themselves. Surely there had to be someone else here. There was no way I was the only one. Unless…

Unless I was on an island…

I reached the top then. The grass felt good beneath my feet. Feet. I wasn't wearing any shoes! Where were my shoes? More importantly, where the hell was I? I turned to look at my surroundings like I had originally planned. I turned to see a vast ocean…but nothing else. The black waters, bathed in silver from the moon. The stray rocks, creating glistening diamonds that sprayed into the air from the water below. And then the soft sandy shore below me; the water blanketing it with its warming comfort that was its natural motion that was ebb and flow. All of this…and nothing more.

So here I was: Stuck on an island, all alone. At least I believed I was alone. I turned to look over my shoulder, but saw nothing but the entrance to a forest that led to darkness. I turned completely around, my heart racing in slight panic. The forest continued towards my left, but rounded off as if I was on a trail to my right. The continuing forest to my left eventually closed the space between it and cliff, making it a dead end in my quest for a way out of here. And the seemed-to-be-path to my right? It rounded as the cliff did, so I could not see beyond that point. Who knew? Maybe there was nothing but a closing over there too. Maybe this was all the island was. Just a giant, rounded spit of land that had nothing but a small patch of forest in the center.

Perhaps that was right…and then again, perhaps not. This place still screamed a familiarity, maybe even from my dreams.

My dreams…that's right. Maybe I was still dreaming. Maybe I was actually just asleep in my hospital bed right now, and I would wake up soon to find myself with my mother and my father, even my obnoxious sister and small feeble little brother. Yes, they would be waiting for me to wake up. I would have to wake up soon right? I wouldn't be stuck here forever would I?

Maybe…I lifted my noticeably bare arm and pinched my arm. A traditional trick, I know, but it worked. At least it proved something: I was awake. I think that's when everything really started to kick in; all of the emotions and awareness, I mean. I was aware that I was alone, and I felt both utterly alone and very scared. It felt like there was no one. Like I was truly alone and abandoned by the world.

You never really think about how much you'll miss home until you are away from it, knowing you'd be away for a long while. I didn't even know if I would ever get back home. I didn't even know if I could get back home. The tears started to fall then. I could feel them roll silently down my soft cheeks. They danced one clear, pure diamond at a time.

I lifted my hands to wipe them away. Small, soft pants of breathe came out of my mouth but nothing more. I was usually I loud crier; I actually wailed at moments like this. But I was silent. I guess because I knew no one was here to hear.

I rubbed one of the palms of my hand against my cheek and felt something there. I looked at it for a while—not because I was straining my eyes, my skin is so pale it glowed under the full moon—recognizing it as the scar from when I had came home from my aunt and uncles house. Yes, I thought, after I had that dream…

"Hey!" came a voice. It sounded like a male's voice, but I wasn't sure. My heart raced, I wasn't alone! I wasn't the only one here anymore!

I whipped around, but I didn't see anything…at least it didn't seem like I was looking at anything. Just then a light flashed across my face, then faded away again past the cliffs. I winced at the pain it caused my nightly-adjusted eyes, and raised a hand to block its brief passing.

"Hello?" it called again. I tried to walk towards the path to my right, believing it was coming from there. However, my legs wouldn't gain balance for some reason, like I was walking on the stilts again. I guessed it was because I had been standing to still for so long.

I stammered along the dirt path, the soft feel of it made my feel tickle. My leg twisted around each other as I tried to keep up. I could still hear it calling, saying 'hello?' and 'who's there?' over and over again. My heart beat even faster. They can help me home! I thought then. They can tell me where I am!

I tried to hurry towards it, hoping, praying that they were still in the same spot when I got there. I thought about what I was going to do once I got to them. I'll walk up to them and hug 'em right now, for all I care, I concluded after a few possible questions had struck first. I was just so happy; it was starting to flow into tears of joy. I wanted to sprint to the voice, and jump up and down once I got to them. I wasn't going to be alone anymore; I wasn't going to have to stay here forever.

A smile grew winder on my lips as I reached the cornered edge. Just around there, would be my way home, I was sure. I rounded the corner only to find what I had imagined before.

\End Chapter 2./