(Thank you to those of you who reviewed me and tried to support me. Since I don't like repeating myself, I won't mention here and again what I told you, guys, in the pms. I posted this, cause I had it ready. It isn't as long as my chapters for this story usually are. To be bitterly honest though, I don't think this makes much of a difference as my stories seem to disinterest the vast majority of those of you who happen to peer into. I don't know when and if I will update, I have lost my mood for this, tbh, since I am getting so little feedback. Anyhow, I want to apoligise to those of you who wanted me to continue and genuinely enjoyed my story. But as I have said before, one martlet doesn't bring Spring. Take care, guys. That was it from me.)

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Sakura…Sak…No!!!!

Emerald green eyes flew open slowly, as the sun light shot mercilessly on her pale face, haunting cruelly the small shadows that her pink locks framed her face with.

A weird kind of dust filled her lungs once she took her first conscious breath, her eyes open but her sight still forgotten somewhere pleasant in her dreams.

Suddenly, she started realizing and giving names to the objects that spread before her eyes, her mind slowly snapping out of its slumber, senses and pain returning to her body, especially to her head.

Strange. She lifted a hand and rubbed her forehead, only to feel a warm liquid wetting her long pale fingers. Dragging down her hand and bringing the flesh before her eyes, she noticed that her skin had been painted red.

Blood.

What the damn happened to me? She thought upset as she sat slowly on her knees and looked around her. She was sitting on sand, with her clothes torn as if burned, and scratches all over her visible naked skin areas.

Confused, like a baby facing for the first time its surroundings, she moaned in desperation and confusion, strokes of intense pain embracing her skull every passing second.

Making a slow effort to stand up, she felt her vision becoming clearer. She collapsed on her knees as soon as she was up, falling on her legs in a clumsy, weak ,helpless way.

Tears her mind didn't register formed in her eyes, as she snapped her head around violently, taking in the area that encircled her.

First thing she noticed was scattered wrecks of something that probably used to be a metal vehicle or something, a few some meters away. Not too small, not too big. But it had been shattered in so many pieces that it was impossible to make out what it used to resemble before its fatal crash.

As her senses slowly started coming back to her, an intense smell of death and decomposing flesh hit flatly her nostrils, making the hair on her body stretch in an instictive reaction of disgust and fear.

Where am I? What is this? Tears ran down her painted with blood cheeks, mixing with her blood droplets that were still falling from the wound on the top right corner of her forehead.

Next thing her crazed eyes registered in their hazy agonious route of about 360 degrees around her, was that the plane thing, the area she was at, was-or resembled a lot to a beach.

Thin sand and tropical trees gracing the background, the whole image of a tragedy she had just witnessed with her hurting eyes came in total contrast with the optimistic relaxing view the particular geographical spot offered.

Up to this point, she had many questions. But the most dominating one: Am I in Heaven or is this how hell is like?

She honestly didn't know. The place seemed like an earthly heaven but the situation she was in seemed like her worst nightmare.

Shivering in the fear of the unknown tragedy and smell of death lingering persistantly in the air that surrounded her, she noticed some good distance away a part of the plane –seemed to be the end of it- that had miracously remained almost untouched.

Only then did she notice, in tiredom, that some figures were moving in and out of it. She watched frozen in stun as three people made their way back to the wrecks and they slowly and in team work dragged some bodies back to the part of the plane that had remained unfractured.

Faint helpless whimpers and pained, pleading and devastated moans reached her ears, coming from both the shattered and unshattered parts of the vessel.

Swallowing hard, she tried to find her voice, the one she had lost in that strange sight she had stumbled so abruptly onto, once she had come back from her sleep-or had she actually fainted?

''H…hellooo?''she whispered, a broken sob transforming her voice. Certainas she was in her bitterness that this wasn't enough for anyone to hear her and losing all her hopes as her mental and soul strength leaved her bit by bit, she hugged herself weakly and let her tears storm down her entire existence, lost in her obliviousness as she was.

Some moments seemed to pass, before she felt something changing slightly in the atmosphere around her.

''Sakura?'' she heard a faint whisper and her eyes pinned scared and unsure at the ground in front of her.

Bare feet came to her sight, marking their spot on the sand steadily.

''Am I dead?'' she asked, still dizzy from the crash.

''Sakura…''she heard the same voice again, that voice which familiar somehow.

Where have I heard it before? She wandered absent mindly, as she slowly lifted her face upwards, as if she was snapping out of a vertigo dream.

Emerald eyes bored into black orbs. She flinched by the lack of emotion being displayed in the face of the handsome little god that stood in front of her, in an air of natural arrogance.

Snapping out of the soothing sight of his, her mind landed cruelly back to her, their reality.

What? What is happening here? Please, help me understand!...

And who the damn are you?

''Who are you?'' she whispered in a tone almost too low, in a broken voice with a hint of fatalism.

''Saaasuukeeee!!! This one's dying! Will you get back over here and help us out?!!!? '' a whiny , broken and panicked female voice came from the most distant vessel.

Emerald eyes widening in the mention of death, as if it was a confirmation to the pro-existing negative feeling inside her, her eyes pierced to the depth, behind the raven haired boy, towards the place that the voice had come from.

She had to start from somewhere, somehow, to clear things out before she lost her mind completely. Her eyes focusing back on the man in front of her, as her thoughts popped uncontrollably in her mind, ruling over any sound or view unfolding before her, as if shutting down anything that traumatizing that her unconscious dreaded already. With a last hint of sanity, she could almost hear in her ears the desperate voice breaking down in her head.

Who am I?