Dancing on the edge of darkness, cool, frosty air licked at her skin coaxing her gently conscious. The serene feeling was interrupted abruptly.
A harsh blast of icy wind rushed over her bare flesh leaving a rough trail of goosebumps in its wait. Shivers erupted from underneath her warm flesh as her stiff limbs shot up to protect her body.
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Slowly sitting up, I took a deep breath, choking slightly on the air. I could taste salt in the atmosphere as it settled itself on my dry, velvety tongue. I released my hands from their restricting grip on my torso and rested them on the floor trying to get a sense of my surroundings. My gaze wandered around the small, dusty room, the walls were made up of hard, crusty wood and the place itself was almost completely bare of any furniture or colour, except for a small mirror leaning on one of the farest walls to my right.
The room, I noticed, seemed to be rocking gently. It was subtle enough as to not make my stomach turn and I was grateful for that, yet I couldn't wrap my head around why the room was swaying.
My mind immediately formulated two questions. Where was I? And how could I have gotten here? And with those two questions came a wave of more. I searched my brain for anything that I could relate back to, any loose strings that I could perhaps tug on, but came back blank. I couldn't remember anything, not even my own name. Yet the loss of memory didn't seem to trigger any panic or trouble inside me, it was like my body didn't even care or like it was doing it on purpose.
I could remember basic things like, how to walk, eat and speak yet anything to do with myself seemed to be just out of reach.
It was frustrating, I could feel my head reeling and my fist clench. How could I not know this stuff and why did it seem like I wasn't allowed to know, it was my body wasn't it? I should be in control of what I remember, I feel like a child. My head was starting to ache, I realized that I had been holding my breath whilst I was rummaging through my mind and quickly released a shaky huff.
I slowly leaned my body on my arms and pushed myself onto my feet. My legs were wobbly at first, I felt like a newborn foal learning how to walk for the first time.
Eventually I felt the blood gently rush down to my legs, I stood, looking around and noticed a small flash of light in my peripheral vision. I turned to face it and realised that the light was actually a reflection and that I was staring into the eyes of a girl.
She had dark, wavy hair that stopped just below her chest. Her eyes a light, icy blue with dark circles around the edges, innocence seemed to reflect in them. Her features were soft and almost doll-like. Her figure was petite and small yet I could tell that the girl was definitely older than eighteen.
She seemed to be looking at me with child-like wonder and fascination. I realised that she was me, I was the girl with dark hair and blue eyes.
It was strange, looking at myself in the eyes and not recognising them. It opened up a never ending casm in my chest as I felt it start to ache,
I was finding it hard to breathe. I clutched my hands over where my heart should be, yet it felt like it was empty, like it had escaped and run with all of my memories.
I looked around the room trying to find any kind of exit, once one was located I crept towards it carefully, so as to not make too much noise. I didn't know if there was anyone outside my little room but I had to assume the worst if there was. Why else would I be locked in a dark, cold room if their intentions were pure?
I reached out my hand to the handle of the door and gently tugged. It didn't budge, so I pulled a little harder still trying to be as quiet as possible. I kept pulling at the door until frustration got the better of me, I gripped the door knob tight and yanked, hard. It still wouldn't budge even a little.
