Karin: Hey guys
Karin: Hey guys. Biology testing is finally over and I'm so relieved! Although, we had to start our dissecting unit today and even though the frog didn't gross me out, the smell it was giving off made me nauseous.
Enough about bio! I need to concentrate on the fanfiction! (bonks myself on the head) As you all read in the summary that this story is set after book seven, however, this is technically a movieverse Narnia fanfiction also. Why? Because I love the movies better than the books. Susan's character—along with the others' characters as well—is really awesome. Even if only two movies have been out so far, I'm still using events from the movies, okay? I just wanted to clear that up for you all.
Replies to Reviews from Chapter Two:
Jojobevco- Glad you like it.
Capegio- It's good to know that you enjoy Susan's character in this. Don't worry, she'll find what's she's looking for. It wouldn't be a story if she didn't, right?
Lar lindor- I sent you a personal reply from "Snow White Queen" and I'm wondering if you received it yet. If you didn't, please tell me. In addition, I'm honored that you continue to read my stories.
PuppyBekaCooper- Thanks for the info.
Title: Missing
Rating: Teen
Pairings: Still thinking it through
Genres: Hurt/Comfort/Angst/Drama/General
Warnings: dark and angsty
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Missing
Chapter Three
Name
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The passage of time felt so strange to her here in this barren wasteland. She didn't know how long she had been walking aimlessly, but she knew that much time had passed. And yet her feet never tired.
She was determined, she told herself. Searching for something can give you the motivation you need to go on, she thought with a slight smile.
But how can someone have so much conviction in searching when they don't even know what they're searching for? She asked herself. Her hands rested within her pockets as she strolled along making no sound in her wake.
The moist air of the fog made her clothes feel damp. She gazed down at herself realizing that she never looked at herself since arriving here. Her brown overcoat reached an inch past her mid-thigh as a dark gray pleated skit reached just above her knees. Under that she could see she was wearing baggy light blue jeans that were rolled up at the ends meaning they were too long for her if she rolled them out. On her feet were black and white saddle shoes. Finally, under her open brown overcoat, she was wearing a loose collar white blouse.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, a voice spoke out in disgust of her clothes saying that it wasn't something a lady should wear, but another part of her felt remorse for dressing like a proper lady.
She went with the remorse of looking like a proper lady.
Her thoughts then drifted to herself once more. What kind of person is she? What does she hate? What does she like? How old was she? Was she always alone?
Who was she?
Once again, her tracks stopped short. Everything was dead around her as if it stopped with her. The silence pounded in her ears like a heavy drum. The answer struck her like lightening leaving her in a numb state.
She didn't know. She had no idea who she was. She knew nothing about herself: her age, her life, her habits, her likes and dislikes, her name…
She had forgotten her name.
Her name. She needed to find her name. She desperately racked her brain for answer but the ever familiar blanks were all that answered her. It made her want to shout out in frustration and despair.
She lost it. She lost her name. Her identity. Her given call. Her name was lost like everything else.
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she wiped them away angrily. She refused to breakdown and cry about it. Crying wasn't going to solve her problems. It wasn't going to get her out of this place. It wasn't going to give her answers.
It wasn't going to give her her name.
No, crying wouldn't give her any of those things. She had to do things on her own, she knew. She knew she couldn't take the easy way out of things. It was like giving up.
She refused to give up. She refused to admit defeat. With that thought in mind, she continued forward. Forward was the only way she could go. She wouldn't look back and dwell on her sadness. Not now when she needed to get out of this place.
This place that she had no recollection of being or getting here.
She hadn't realized it until moments later. She noticed that the fog had become less dense. It was as if the fog was lifting like her sadness. Her refusal to wallow in self-pity was like a breath of fresh air into this depressing atmosphere.
She wondered if somewhere her thoughts were heard as she felt the fog breathe in a warm breath of air. It coursed through her in an ominous way. This was not the work of mist, she noted, but of something living and breathing.
Her strides turned into a full-blown run as she raced towards where she felt the warm fresh air blow upon her being. She felt it. She felt someone calling her. Beckoning her towards them.
She pushed herself to go faster. To push her limits. Her instincts were screaming at her to keep going towards that ominous presence. She had to get there. She had to keep going. To keep moving forward.
As she ran, the fog became thinner and thinner. Bright rays of golden light began peeking through the fog. It felt like forever until she had finally skidded to a stop in her running. She stared wide-eyed at the pure white arc above her and golden rays of sunshine washing over her being.
"Susan" a voice called. It was deep and ominous upon her being. A warm breath washed upon her once more as she held a small smile on her face.
She had no idea where she would end up, but she knew that someone was calling her here. With that thought, she stepped through the arcs. It was the least she could do for that presence who helped her find her way.
The fog was completely gone. She had found what she was looking her.
Susan. Her name was Susan.
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Karin: Do you guys ever listen to songs while typing your chapters sometimes? I usually listen to songs to set the mood of my angst stories. Like for this chapter, I listened to "Missing", "On the Outside Looking in", "What hurts the most" (cute NaminexSora video on that by avidityy on ; so, if you like NaminexSora from Kingdom Hearts, there's a good video of them) and "Sadness and Sorrow" from Naruto (one of my favorite animes). I think that these songs will suit certain parts of the story later on. Okay. If any of you are confused, here's what went on. The fog Susan was in was like her state of mind. The fog was clouding up her name and was her sadness in physical form. It was clearing up because she decided not to sit there in sadness and sorrow. When she found her name, the fog cleared away. Aslan will explain this later on in the story, but I just wanted to clear it up for you now.
So, Susan is now getting somewhere. Now that she's out of her sad state of mind, what will become of her next? Stay tuned to find out!
See ya next time!