Where am I?

Emilynn wasn't entirely sure if she was even awake. Her head seemed to be spinning and she had no clue what was going on. She couldn't see a thing.

Her eyes weren't open. Her mind seemed to have decided to wake up before her body did. She wasn't impatient to wake up, however, as she felt warmth all around her. It seemed as though she was dreaming of a huge blanket wrapped around her. It was an amazing feeling, and she wished that she could stay in this strange dream forever. It almost felt like she had died and gone to heaven.

Suddenly she remembered what had happened last night. If it had even been last night. Could I actually be in heaven? She thought. Am I dead?

She couldn't say she was disappointed. It was so warm and soft. She would happily stay in this place forever. But was it really heaven? Why couldn't she see it? And were was everything, everyone?

Maybe there wasn't anything in heaven. Maybe this was it, just a silent, soft, warm resting place for everyone's souls. Or maybe Emilynn's heaven didn't have any people simply because she had always been alone. There wasn't exactly anyone she would want to see. But still, she had pictured there to be something else, besides this amazing feeling. Something to see, something to hear.

Just as she thought this, she actually did hear something. She heard what sounded like someone talking, except it was very fuzzy and difficult for her to make out, as if she had been listening to someone through a thick wall. As she continued to listen to it, trying to tell what it was, it became clearer and clearer until she realized that it actually was voices. Not only one, but two. They were male voices. They sounded young.

"I already told you. No." One of them said.

"Come on, Leo! We can't just leave her out in the cold again!" Said the second, lighter male voice.

Emilynn thought of the terrible cold she had just been in. Could these voices mean her? She wondered once again whether or not this was a dream after all.

"Sorry, Mikey. She can't stay here." Said the first voice.

"But-"

"But nothing. You know it's not safe for us to be seen. We can't put our family in danger like that."

"Come on, look at her! Does she look like she could hurt anyone? Donnie, tell him she should stay!"

A new voice joined them. Another male. "Sorry, Mikey." It said. "I have to agree with Leo on this one. There's just too high a percentage that she will freak out once she sees us and totally blow our cover. The last thing we want is for her to tell people and get us hunted down by a bunch of superstitious lunatics."

"Guys!" The lightest voice cried. "I thought she was dead out there! I probably saved her life! What if this happens again and I'm not there to help her?"

"Who cares?" Said a new, gruffer voice suddenly. Who are all these people? Emilynn wondered.

"What do you mean, Raph?" One of the other voices asked.

" 's not like she's got anything to live for, anyways." The newest voice replied.

"That's totally heartless, dude!" The light voice whined.

"Not if its the truth. Why try to make up some kind of willy-nilly fantasy instead of just facing the facts? You shouldn't have saved her in the first place."

"Not true!"

"Yeah, Mikey. It is."

"Nah uh!"

"I got a pair of fists willing to teach you otherwise!"

"Guys!" One of the previous voices interrupted. "Stop it! Mikey, Just hurry up and take her back to where you found her before she wakes up and gets us all busted! Master Splinter could be finished with his meditation any second now. Just imagine the trouble we would be in if he found out!"

"Leo-"

"Mikey."

There was a groan. "Okay, okay!"

The conversation seemed to have ended, followed by a shuffling of feet as Emilynn tried to think. Somewhere in the midst of their speech her head had begun to throb. They had been talking about her, right? Who was 'they,' anyway? And where were they? She had no clue what was going on. She kept her eyes shut, in the fear that if she opened them the warmth and softness all around her would disappear.

Suddenly her body was jostled, and she felt herself being lifted up and held. She groaned, realizing her comfortable moment was now over.

"It's okay." Said a whisper dangerously close to her face. "Don't worry," It said, "I'll take care of you."

Emily gasped as she suddenly woke up. She jolted upward into a sitting position, and immediately regretted it as the freezing air squeezed her body tightly, savagely welcoming her back from that mysterious warm place she had just left. She squinted out at the world around her, practically blinded by the immense whiteness of the surrounding area. Her heart sank as she saw thick icy flakes raining down upon the same alleyway she had survived in for the past five years.

She scolded herself. Of course it was a dream. Just a very, very bizarre dream. With a deep sigh and a hard shiver, she sadly crawled back into the safety of her blanket. Then she clapped her hand over her mouth as she shrieked and shot up as though she had been electrocuted.

She ripped the blanket away from her, staring at it. It was a huge, thick, dull brown blanket, with many patches sewn into it. It looked like it hadn't been used in quite some time. She gaped at it. This was not her blanket. Who did this? She thought of the dream. Could it be possible...? She shook her head, perplexed. How could this be? A huge shiver rattled her body, and she reluctantly snuggled back into the huge unfamiliar blanket.

She stared at the blanket and then squinted out into the blinding snow-filled area around her, perplexed. How did this happen? As her eyes adjusted, they suddenly spotted another oddity, laying by her feet. It was a duffel bag. She blinked, almost expecting it to disappear. But no, there it lay still as her eyes opened again. She shook her head in disbelief. How did all this stuff get here? The layer of snow atop the dull yellow duffel bag was thin, suggesting that the bag had only been sitting there a short while. She stared at it with wide eyes, not being able to believe the strange appearance of these things.

Finally it occurred to her that she should look inside the bag. She hesitantly reached out for the large bag and grabbed a frosty strap, pulling it in towards her. She was surprised to find it heavier than she had anticipated. She sat it on her lap and brushed off the layer of snow it held. She clenched her chilled hands together afterward, shaking them with a heavy outward breath. Reluctantly she grabbed onto the freezing metal zipper and pulled it along the length of the bag, revealing its contents.

The first thing she saw was an envelope. She ignored it for the moment, lifting out the material beneath the envelope and finding that it was clothes. After looking through them she found that there was, all in good condition, three shirts- one long sleeved v-neck with flowers on it and two t-shirts with graphic designs on them, two pairs of fresh jeans, and a thick sweatshirt. Emilynn realized that there was tears in her eyes as she dug farther. Under the clothes was a pair of converse sneakers that appeared to be brand new, and a bright yellow hairbrush. Beneath the shoes was what appeared to be a small coin purse. She shook her head in utter disbelief and picked up the purse with shaky hands. Holding her breath, she unzipped the purse. As she saw what lay inside, she couldn't stop the tears from flowing down her face. They left freezing cold tracks of wetness on her cheeks, but she paid them no heed. She grinned as she cried as she pulled from inside the bag a small folded up twenty dollar bill that, once unfolded, revealed another one. And another. And at the end a five dollar bill seemed to have been thrown in as a side thought. She clutched the money tightly so her chest, then grabbed the duffel bag as well.

Then she remembered the envelope in her lap. She reached down and picked it up. Flipping it over, she saw, in smudged pencil that seemed to be hastily written, the words To the pretty girl by the dumpsters.

Pretty? She thought. It had been so long since someone had ever called her that. But that was back in a time she didn't want to think about.

She tore open the envelope as carefully as she could manage with her icy fingers. The short message inside read like this:

I saw you passed out by those dumpsters the other day. You looked pretty messed up, so I thought I would help you. The clothes are the smallest I could find so I hope they fit. You're freaking tiny, you know. Don't be afraid to buy yourself something nice with the money. I'll be back with more.

They'll be back with more? After all that they had already given her? She couldn't believe it. Who was this person? Why did they care so much about her, of all people? She was just some random homeless girl. There was so many questions.

"Thank you." She found herself saying, receiving a bite on the tongue by the cold air. Nonetheless, she repeated it, louder. "Thank you!" She called into the torturous snow filled sky in the hopes that somehow whoever had left this could hear her.

Chapter two! Whew! I'm too tired to type anymore and I'm sure you guys don't want to read this anyways, so ya know. I hope you liked it, please stick around for the next chapter and reviews are very much appreciated! Baii!