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Emerald: Who are you?
Why did everything hurt? It felt like she had been sleeping for ages on a bed of rocks.
She heard some voices but could not open her eyes just yet, they felt heavy. After a small sigh she tried to rub her eyes to rub the sleep from her eyes off, but something would let her. Then she noticed her wrist was held by something with something sharp causing her to stop, her neck, limbs and torso also felt this rope-like thing that she could not get away from in her current weak state.
How long have I been here? She thought, one thing was clear to her as she heard voices, she was not alone.
Forcing her eyes to open, the pinkette struggled to focus on the dim lights in the room, her room. At last she was in a familiar setting.
"She´s awake." – a soft and deep male voice whispered.
She could barely see and hear as her body slowly woke up and her brain tried to process the information, as if her body had been in a comatose state for a while.
Then she could feel a strange pain on her chest as she took another deep breath, but there was nothing there What happed? The pain wasn't bad but it was there, annoying her enough to want to make it stop.
They must have noticed her discomfort as someone approached with a knife startling her and pulling a weak gasp from her.
"Relax." – the silver haired man cooed. – "I am just trying to free you, miss…"
"…" – the pinkette tried to talk but her voice was gone, hopefully not a permanent problem.
The man kept a smile on his face as he removed the vines and helped sit on the bed, she could only smile in gratitude.
"Do you know where you are?" – he asked as he took a step away and the pinkette could see the other visitors. Her eyes opened wide, she never before has seen that many people, all in one room… her room, she blushed a bit as she turned to the silver haired man and nodded.
The man kept his smile as he continued. – "Is this your room miss sleeping beauty?" – after blinking at his comment a few times, the pinkette nodded not knowing if he was actually addressing to her. – "So you know Isaak Beckford?"
The name was familiar to her, her memories were still foggy and her head was killing her.
Her thoughtful expression was answered by a redhead at the entrance of the room. – "No need to worry! We are the good guys!... Er, mostly." – the man rubbed his nape with his hand with a sheepish smile.
The pinket only blinked Good guys? She thought, it's not like she could really ask… Turning to the silver haired man she only nodded.
"Sakura… is it?" – a male voice sounded from her right, where the desk and bookshelves were located. A dark haired man stood there holding up a worn out burgundy book that had in writing "Sakura" in golden letters.
The pinkette smiled and nodded at the man, it felt nice to be called by her name, she doesn't remember the last time that happened.