The feeling of falling. Constantly. Never ever stopping. But then. You hit the floor and it's like you've broke into a million pieces. Glass. Shattering. And stepping on it is never a fun feeling either. But falling, shattering, regenerating. But still having to walk on thouse million pieces. The pain that comes to mind is un questionable. It's like watching falling snow. Or listening for it. It doesn't make any noises. And you don't know what it feels like except cold. Falling and shattering. Cold.

I blinked and then covered my eyes as the sun shined. Then screamed in pain from apart of me. I sat up and looked at my hand. Wrapped in bandages with a little blood spot trying to find it's way out. I looked around and found i was in the back of the van. Ray snoozing in the front seat with a book on her face and the chair leaned back.

I had not been the the back of the van yet. It was more roomy than I thought it to be. The smell was a little odd but it didn't bother me as much. I looked at my hand again and tried to remember what had happened. My head shot up as I heard the book fall and Ray yawning. I blinked and then yawned myself. He turned around scratching the side of his face. I waved slightly with my other hand.

"Mornin."

I nodded.

He opened his door and got out slamming it. He walked around and opened the side sliding door. He pulled out some logs and threw them on the ground. Then he opened the mini fridge that I had not noticed. He pulled out a cooler and set it down on the ground.

"Hungry?"

I blinked and looked at him, "...sure?"

"Then get up do something with your hair, change that bandage on your hand and then get out here and help."

I have been ordered around before but not usually that sudden. I didn't have parents or siblings to boss me around. Just townspeople who acted as my family. Nothing much really. But Ray didn't make it seem as hard as they did. They said it slowly. Running it through their head atleast 5 times to make sure they had it right. But then when you would head off to do it they would call you back and add more. But he said it quickly. That and fixing my hair wasn't really much to do...when you don't have a brush or comb.

After changing my bandage I got out of the van pulling on a sweatshirt that was rather comfy. Ray looked at me.

"Cold much?"

I looked at him and then sat down by the fire. He held out a bucket.

"Water."

"What?"

"Go get water."

"From?"

"Find some."

"And if I get lost?"

"I'll come and look for you...eventually."

I glared at him. He shook the bucket.

"There should be a lake around here anyways."

I stood up and turned around. "What about the plan."

He looked up at me. "What plan?"