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I sit up and no pain hits me. I reach my hand up and rub the part of my chest that was in so much pain just moments earlier, nothing, just something that feels leathery. I open my eyes and look at the soft blue sky. I take a slow breath smelling the lush green grass that surrounds me.

I look down and realize what I am wearing its a white dress that flows loosely to my knees, it has soft brown leather circling my stomach from my waist to my arms. The leather is sleeveless and tight enough to stay on but not enough to hurt me. The white dress loosely bags up over at the top of the leather and has sleeves that swish in the breeze a coupe of inches from my shoulders. I lift my feet and see them bare and all the scars gone and I look to the rest of me and see them scar less and untouched, I see my hair in soft brown ringlets ending near my elbows.

I love this. I am in pure heaven! I have the perfect body that I always dreamed of having, I have the clothes that I designed and suggested to my stylist, who blew them off as something that would look terrible. I look gorgeous. I close my eyes listening to the lulling songs that birds sing, I am the most content that I have ever felt.

There is no wind, not even one-cloud dances across the sky. I lean back and let the aroma of the grass and the choruses of the birds overtake me. Through the daze I feel the suns warm breath on my cheeks. I know it is safe here. Nothing can harm me.

I am starting to like this place. I have no work, I'm not hungry, and I'm not thirsty. I know nothing can go wrong here. Until I hear it.

A cannon.

It feels like I haven't heard a cannon in a long time. I let my head wonder back to listening to the birds and forget about the cannon sound. "It was nothing," I tell myself out loud p, nor remembering its actual meaning. As I drift back into sleep I start to feel it.

Rain.

I sit up and look to the sky. Not a cloud. I feel another rain drop on my cheek. I lift my hands to my face but feel nothing but smooth. I get up and start running. I random jolt of adrenaline rushing through me. All I knew was that I wanted the rain to leave me alone.

I find a tree, a magnificent tree. It looks to be millions of years old. I have never seen one before, but somehow I know the word it's called a Banyan. It looks like it is made up of many vines wrapped around it. It looks easy to climb. It is in the middle of a field of clovers and I walk around the base of the tree.

I feel another drop, and another. I roll into a ball so the rain will hit my back and not my face. My cheek feels wet again. Just as I am starting to get used to the random rain it stops. The mysterious rain is warm. I feel one of the remaining ghost drops roll onto my lips, I lick them and it tastes salty, like tears.

I am scared out of my wits at the moment so I climb high into the tree and rest on large branch with my feet dangling off the edge. I start to wonder where I am. I try with all my might to remember who I am, what I am doing here, but I can't. I feel alone. But this is a good alone. It give me a sense of self security.

I am so happy to have a place that is all mine, I leap off the tree I have been resting on and I run. I don't run to anywhere, I just run. I stretch out my now flawless arms and spin in circles with my face to they sky, I have the biggest grin I think I have ever worn. Why not be happy? I am in a perfect world with a perfect body.

As I spin I don't notice the flowers that start to adorn my body. I start to feel them tickle my ankles and I look down and see the most beautiful wild flowers appearing around my feet like anklets. They don't grow up from the ground or fall from the sky, just like the tears, they just appear. I watch as they appear covering my ankles, going up and covering my waist, my wrists, and my head like a crown.

I itched to see the rest of my wonderful new world. I don't remember if I have always been here or if like the tears and flowers, just appeared. As I race down this never ending meadow looking for an end I hear him.

"Hey, Rue!" That voice, I know that voice, but I don't know whom he is talking to, I turn around anyway to see if who ever yelled is talking to me. I see him. But he is different. I don't know how I know him, I just do. I don't know how he got here, or how he found me, all I know is that I have a feeling that he is dead.