I woke up in a strange room. I sat up in alarm. Where am I? What am I doing here? Then it hit me. My ankle. The monsters. The people. My ankle felt surprisingly good so I did the obvious thing and tested out myankle. I wanted
/to scream it hurt so bad. I checked out my surroundings. I was sitting in a cot in the middle of an a nightstand was a apple juice looking drink. I picked it up and looked at it. I cautiously took a sip and froze.
It tasted like the lemonade my mother and I used to make when I was a baby. Sweet and a bit tart. It made me homesick. But my mom was gone,she died saving me. I have to honor her and live my long life. And in the end, see heragain.
My hand was shaking so badly I almost dropped the cup. I drank the rest to try to savor the warm feeling it left me. As if my mother was here again, telling me that everything's ok. I shook my head. Just wishful thinking.
I realized that the lemonade had healed my ankle. I put it on the ground to try to walk. I got up and almost immediately fell of my face. I rubbed my nose as I put my hand on the wall and limped towards the door. I had to get outside.
Once I got outside, I leaned against the railing on the wraparound porch. It was sunset and the scenery was beautiful. The woods were next to a clump of a bizarre cabins. The ocean was right there as well. I was finally safe from themonsters.