Alright, decided to go ahead and post chap 2. It's not as good as the first chapter, I'll tell you that, but I tried. Enjoy. Reviews are an important ingredient to awesome-cakes!
Blackness. I felt nothing, heard nothing, and saw nothing. Just my thoughts, floating endlessly. No beginning, for if there was, there would be hope of an ending, and I knew that wasn't coming soon. It felt as though time was a myth, an immature theory, used to describe the rise and fall of the sun, nothing more.
This darkness grew thicker in density. First it was like air, than water. It lapped at my face, and tickled when it gushed between my fingers. A small giggle escaped me. This action confused me: why was I giggling? For all I knew, I was dead. Still, as I swam endlessly, the spaces between my fingers tingled, making me giggle. It was suddenly I was filled with a nostalgic feeling. And I could feel something hairy and large in the darkness with me. As it emitted its first and only noise, I remembered what the tingly feeling was. It was a dog, licking in between my fingers. As I grasped the canine, reality ate me whole again.
My eyes cracked open slowly. I expected to see my mother's swollen eyes emitting tears, or a nurse injecting an IV. Instead, I was greeted by the large creature from the darkness. I petted it delicately, than let my hand flop back down. A small gust of wind brushed us, and that's when I identified where I was. Large emerald ripples followed the winds, and the grass beneath me lightly slapped my face.
"How did I get here?" I whispered to the dog, as if not to look insane to non-existent bystanders.
I was simply greeted by a whimper. As I tried to sit up, I discovered the true reason I whispered; I was completely exhausted. But apparently, my body better preferred to sit up, and scraped up some adrenaline just to induce the act. After such a benign act, my back ached. The dog barked again as I glanced outwardly to see what it was he barked at. A smaller, golden retriever ran up to my companion. The larger canine licked the petite one, than they ran away, the entire time I spent watching them, neither looking back.
My heart ached for an unexplainable reason.
"Good-bye, then," I said blatantly.
It's not like any other action entered my mind. My eyes searched the field again, as if begging it for an explanation to why I was here. No answer was provided, obviously. I sighed, than struggled to get my footing on the damp, bright green blades.
"I guess I'll have to look for an answer myself," I grumbled.
Even though the frustration was building up in me, I was slightly relieved. Being confused and lost was better than death. Though I would rather prefer some kind of companionship. I guess the squeaking of damp grass would do.
I glanced upwards. The sky was rather clear, and all of the twinkling stars lifted my spirits slightly. I pity the people who crave to touch them, I suppose. Though you still have to be quiet intelligent to be that ambitious. My feet continued to shuffle, and my jeans grew soggy. In the distance, a gravel road cam into view. I smile slid across my face.
"At least I'm not in some uninhabited place," I grumbled.
Finally my feet landed heavily on the gravel, and I could hear the shuffling of the rocks as the pushed each other out of the way as I stepped on them. I giggled again as I looked over this description. Why put so much thought into such a simple act? I glanced at the sky again, and grew captivated by the lights. I remembered how odd it was that I lived in a rural area, but the far off city light stole this opportunity from me. I was dragged out of this trance with the sound of a car engine. As I listened closer, the motor sounded much older. The car slowly pulled to a halt in front of me. The driver had the face of a German (easy to identify as I did partially), but brown hair and brown eyes. This didn't surprise me; I had brown eyes too, so this wasn't uncommon. The man smiled kindly, not any evidence of being drunk.
"Hello, Fraulein. Do you need a ride?"
His grammar would match that of a drunken man, yet he didn't have any evidence in his voice or on his breath. Even though a feeling of betrayal pricked through me at the note of his German accent, I had no reason to not trust him, nor did I have reason to trust him.
"Yes, please."
He nodded and motioned to the passenger seat. I wearily followed his instructions, and sat in the empty seat.
Sorry. This chapter was extremely boring, because the entire thing was her waking up, waling, and getting a ride. I also apologize for the fact that Alfons Heiderich wasn't introduced yet. He'll be next chapter, I promise. Also, since my character's name was, once again, not mentioned, it's Amelia Schwindsucht .Reviews are loved.