(A/N: OMFG Som3one lik3e d and foll0wd my stor3h!!! Fangs to you and my gooffic fanz!! Prepz not w3lc0'me xXx)

Chapter 2: I'm Not Okay (I Promise)

I could have sworn that I died but I guess I didn't. That morning, I woke up in a strange room that kind of looked like a log cabin but smelled like honey, booze, and dead animal. It was weird because I thought I'd wake up in a hospital bed, but this one was wooden and had weird furs instead of a mattress. Maybe I was just having a weird comma dream. Or maybe I really was dead and it was the after life?!!

It made me disappointed for some reason because I hoped that the afterlife would look like The Black Parade. I looked down at my pale corseted body and there was surprisingly no blood or bruises anywhere. I started freaking out internally. I was gonna miss the MCR concert and Tara was nowhere to be found!

"OMFG!" I shooted internally and I started hyper-ventriloquating because I was panicking a lot.

Then... some geeky DnD cosplayer walked into the room (Not that I'm into that nerdy stuff, but I tried it once with my friends and I thought it was cool because I got to play a vampire necromancer who uses dark magic). Even though he was a nerd, he was tall and muscular like those football player preps at my high school. He was wearing a weird blue and gray toga with a messenger bag slung over his shoulder. He had beautifully pale skin, a chiseled face, and hair black as night that he wore in a dorky bowl cut with one braid framing each side of his face. His eyes were a clear, icy blue like limpid tears. He looked like a muscular, male version of Amy Lee, which made me super jealous because I wanted to look like her but my stupid relatives always tell me I look like Hillary Duff like it's a compliment.

"You're finally awake!" The hot nerd said dorkily. His voice sounded like that one hot character from that anime movie Spirited Away that my Otaku friend (A/N: Sakura-Chan, thats you XD) once showed me. I think his name was Haiku and he was a river spirit or something like that.

"Where the F@#% am I? Who the FCUK are you?!!!" I screamed at him and the nerd jumped back.

"S-sorry..." he muttered. "My name is Onmund. We're in the Frozen Hearth Inn, in Winterhold." The handsome nerd repleid.

"Winterhold?! Where is that?!"

"It's northeast of the cave where my friend and I found you."

"Cave? What cave?" I asked as I was freaking out.

"You really don't remember?" Onion asked.

I shook my head.

"You were passed out on some kind of altar in a cave full of necromancers when my friend J'Zhargo found you and realized you were still alive. I couldn't just leave you, so we rescued you." Omanyte explained.

"Altar? Necromancers? And who the FCUK is D'Jango?! Are you talking about like LARPing or something? Because this isn't funny I almost died! I was in a car crash and I can't find Tara and I'm gonna miss the concert!" I snooped at the cosplayer.

What a jerk! How could he bring up his stupid nerd games and play make believe when I almost died and I can't find Tara anywhere?! Did I somehow get dragged into some geeky convention when I should at the concert right now?!!1

He looked at me all confuseldy and tilted his head to the side like a puppy dog. If he wasn't so cute I would be really angry but his icy blue Amy Lee eyes calmed me down.

"I-I'm sorry. You must have had a rough time and I was being insensitive. I should probably let you get some rest." Omicron stuttered as he was turning paler than he already is, which made him look hotter even tho he turned paler because he was scared that I was angry at him. Then he started to leave the room.

"Onion, wait!" I interrupted him. I was gonna be all alone and I didn't know where I was, so it was terrifying! If Oniond and his friend Embargo really did rescue me like he said, then they would be my only friends on this weird Winterfold place. Maybe he could help me find Tara and go home.

"I'm sorry. I only shouted at you because I was scared!" I said.

"I understand. I'd be scared too if I were you..." he said sexily. "By the way, I never got your name..."

"I'm Raven Willow" I respondeded sultrily.

"What a strange name... Sounds kind of Breton. Are you from High Rock, by any chance." He asked.

"I like to get high and listen to rock if that's what you mean," I winked at him but he laughed awkwardly.

"Right... Well, Raven Willow, do you have any family here in Skyrim? Anyone we could send a message to?"

"No, I don't even know where this Skyrim is..." I started to cry depressing tears of anguish. It downed to me that I was in a strange new place probably really far from home.

"OMFFG Onion! I'm all alone here!" I started sobbing sorrowfully.

He started awkwardly patting my back as I chocked on my tears. Then I pulled him into a tight hug because I didn't know what else to do. He was warm and cold at the same time.

"Hey... It'll be okay. I'll try to help you, I promise..." he said nicely but awkwardly as I used his stupid toga to wipe my bitter tears.

"But I'm not okay! I promise!" I said sadly.