"Argh! This is completely and utterly ridiculous! Has anyone else noticed that? Or am I just the lucky idiot?"

I was still trying to master the art of throwing a spear—it wasn't working too well. So far I had spent the last day and a half trying to figure out what the hell I was supposed to be doing. Let me comprise a list for anyone that is interested. I had a spear, I had no idea how to use it, I was starving, and I had awful aim. When I say awful, I use the term lightly. To sum up my position right now, I could just say I was walking around one hell of a big forest chucking a piece of wood at anything that moved. Well, wait, in the case of that tree, not everything was moving. What? It was pissing me off.

Anyway, I was down to chewing on leaves, acorns, and almost worms—I still couldn't bring myself to do that yet. But let me tell you this, it was getting too close for comfort. I had been on my own a total of about five days, I think. Aw, hell I don't know. It was a long time all right? This whole time I had managed to eat the leaves, acorns, and once I got lucky and I stumbled, no literally, I did stumble, over some berry bushes. Yummy! Thanksgiving!

I had been entertaining myself by walking around chucking my "spear" at anything that moved and cussing. Oh, yes, I have quite the vocabulary. Some of it is not exactly appropriate so I think I will just have to leave out all of the "juicy" parts.

"Right about now I could use nine egotistical guys that have food! I want some food, Goddamnit! IS that so wrong? I am seriously considered chewing on my arm right now, but then I wouldn't be able to throw my technologically advanced spear! Oh dear! Whatever shall I do?"

I'll have all of you know right now that I have a very good set of lungs. I think it is safe to say that everyone in Middle-earth and Belgium for all I cared heard my screeching. Oops, my bad.
"I can't do this. I need some help. I can't do this. I can't do this. I can't do this. I can't do this…"
Little did I know that as I was walking I had been chanting. I was also so absorbed in my own self-misery that I didn't see the rocks until I barked my shins against them.
"YEOUCH! That was bloody brilliant, Emily. Hmmm, let's see. I am already half starved, why not take my legs off at the knees while I was suffering. It's not like I am going to be able to use them anymore after I starve to death and the deer and raccoons are going to eat me and I really think I need a drink and I don't even drink and I want some food since I am so hungry and screw the water since I have plenty of that I just want the bloody food, but I don't actually want the food bloody because that would just be gross but I think I was just using—oh!"
As I had been rambling, yes I think you can safely call that rambling, I had climbed up on top of the rocks and was staring out across the horizon. There was nothing there.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Trees, but technically that is nothing. Now a Bonanza or a McDonald's or an Applebee's, that's something. Trees, uh-uh.
I climbed up higher but it was just the same. Oh! Wait! No I think I can see some flat, bare plains on the other side of the inedible trees.
My knees went into instant pudding. No bad! Get mouth away from knees! Chewing on knees bad!
My knees collapsed leaving my sitting on the ground, stupidly staring at the horizon. I slowly started to cry, at first I didn't even realize what was happening, all of a sudden I just noticed the tears streaming down my face.
"It's hopeless. I really am lost, in another world. I'm all alone. I have no one with me, I am going to die alone."
As I said this I started sobbing from the very bottom of my heart. I was going to die alone. For as long as I can remember that has been my greatest fear--to be alone.
Once again I decided I really needed to get myself under control. Singing had always made me feel better, so I started to sing the first song that popped into my head, an Avril Lavigne song.
I'm standing on the bridge

I'm waiting in the dark

I thought that you would be here by now

There's nothing but the rain

No footsteps on the ground

I'm listening but there's no sound

Isn't anyone trying to find me?

Won't someone come take me home?

It's a damn cold night

Trying to figure out this life

Won't you take me by the hand?

Take me somewhere new

I don't know who you are but I

I'm with you

I'm looking for a place

I'm searching for a face

Is anybody here I know?

Cause nothing's going right

And everything's a mess

And no one likes to be alone

Isn't anyone trying to find me?

Won't somebody come take me home?

It's a damn cold night

Trying to figure out this life

Won't you take me by the hand?

Take me somewhere new

I don't know who you are but I

I'm with you

I'm with you.

I let the last note fade into the air. That song was written especially for me. 'No one likes to be alone.' I despise it, I dread it, and I am terrified by that factor.

I slowly brought my hand up to my face, my tears had started a fresh when I heard it.

Someone was behind me.

Oh goody, maybe they could just kill me and put me out of my misery.

I whipped around and came face to face with Gandalf and the rest of the guys.

"What the hell?! How long were you standing there?"

Gandalf smiled at me, "Long enough my dear. Oh! By the way, you have a very lovely voice."

"What are you doing here?"

"We have been following you for three days."

"Damn."

Typical egotistical males. Always have to be difficult.

A/N: I apologize for all of the swearing, the rude comments, the singing… I know the singing is going to dig me a nice ten foot hole, but I felt the need to put it in and get used to it, I am going to do that more than once. I'm sorry for all of the male swipes, but I can't seem to help it. Please do not take offense, my male readers, that is if there is any…

Anyway, thanks to all that have read this far. I know I draw stuff out and that it takes me forever to make a point. But if you hadn't already noticed, this story has no point at this time and place, I can not do much about the length of the chapters. The chipmunks in my head control that. I can't help you there.

I know I have a sadistic, sarcastic, and sometimes annoying sense of humor and I would just like to thank anyone and everyone that has read this far in my story. Thanks for sticking by me. I am not going to beg for reviews. If you want to, that will be great, you will be set upon an altar and worshipped for all of time. If you don't, thank you for reading my story.

I'm sorry that took so long. I'm long winded what can I say?

Thank you for everything!