*?'s Perspective*

"Ow...my head..."

I open my hazel eyes to see that I am in some deep dark forest area. Then I begin rubbing the back of my aching head. I start to get up, when I stumble. I look down and notice that my right leg is bleeding, and my red shirt and blue cargo shorts are in shambles. I look through my pockets and find nothing in them but lint. I sigh, but pay it no mind, as I am determined to figure out where I am, other than that I am deep in a dark forest. With or without anything on my person. It doesn't matter that I have nothing, right now I am more concerned about getting out alive. I notice that my black tennis shoes have holes in them, and the laces are ripped, but I start walking-or rather limping-anyway. As I'm limping slowly through these giant woods, I realize I have no memory of who I am, or where I came from.

(Who...who am I? Where am I? Where is my home? What is home?)

This perturbs me greatly, and I keep walking around inside the forest. I feel like if I explore the forest and find a way to leave, then I will be able to restore my memories. It's just a gut feeling, but it's all I have to go on at this point. And as long as I can keep holding onto that thought, I should be ok...right? I keep hearing rustling above me in the trees, and it's freaking me out. So I call out into the trees, with my voice shaking a little, and my natural stammer comes out, though even more pronounced than usual.

"Wh-wh-wh-who's out there?"

The rustling continues, but otherwise there's no response, and I just want to leave the forest.

(How big is this place? Where's the darn exit?)

I start limping faster, until I trip on a fallen leafy branch and start rolling down a hill headfirst.

"Ow! Oof!"

When I reach the bottom, I feel like my head is spinning, I'm so dizzy. I shake off my dizziness and get back up. I have to leave this place! I hear more rustling right behind me, and start panicking.

(P-please...please let whatever's out there be nice! I don't wanna die!)

I press myself up against a big tree to hide from whatever or whoever is making that rustling its friendly.

(Please go away! Please go away!)

Then once it stops, I shakily move out from behind the big tree and start darting off.

(Whew.)

My limp is causing me to stumble, and I almost fall over again. I get my (albeit shaky) bearings and press on, since I am still looking for an exit.

(Why is this forest so big?)

Then, a scary thought hits me, and causes me to worry.

(What if I am just going in circles?)

I quickly look behind me, but seeing a shadow move behind a tree, I get scared and dart away again.

(I gotta hurry and get out of here!)

My bleeding right leg is starting to throb from putting pressure on it, but I keep going. I feel like my life depends upon it.

(Gotta...keep going...I need to escape!)

*huff huff*

I'm huffing and puffing really hard now. I am feeling very exhausted, and am starting to wobble on my leg.

(Cmon...the exit has to be here somewhere...)

At first I was in high hopes that I could find my way out. Now, I'm not sure I will ever make it.

(Is this...hopeless? Am I hopelessly lost?)

The forest seems to be never ending, and at each turn I am presented with trees, trees, and more trees. What's worse is that its turning night, meaning I won't be able to see very well. I am now also getting very worried that soon any forest creatures can come out to eat me. I hope that it won't happen...but I am still worried. I keep on running in between the dense trees.

(Man...I'll have to find somewhere to sleep soon.)

I start thinking that I will never see my family or friends again. Then a depressing thought hits me.

(I have no memories, so even if my family and friends came up to me, I wouldn't be able to recognize them.)

A tear escapes my eye and slides down my cheek at that thought. My mind starts going crazy with worry, and even more depressing thoughts quickly spring into my head.

(What if they are all dead, and even if I escape these woods there is no one who could help me get my memories back? What would become of me then? Why was I here in the first place? Was it a form of punishment? Did I run off? I'm so confused...)

I shudder at these thoughts, and then a few more final terrible thoughts enter my mind.

(What if...I never had any family or friends to begin with? What if I am...alone in the world? Am I doomed to be forever alone?)

I panic and then begin to cry, hopelessly lost and very, very lonely. Eventually, I hear the rustling come back, but I don't care anymore due to how depressed I've just become.

(So...tired...I can't...keep going...)

I slide down against a tree, my throbbing right leg finally getting a break, and close my now tear-filled eyes in acceptance of my fate.

(If someone or something is gonna kill me, at least it'll be in my sleep so it'll be painless.)

I collapse against the giant tree from exhaustion.

(Maybe it's for the best...)

Soon, sleep overcomes me.