Reborn

*this is my first story, so i'm not that good. hope you enjoy and if you do, please comment*

I attempt to sit up, blinking rapidly, and hitting my head on what seems to be a wood ceiling. Where am I? I think who am I? I panic, searching my memories for a name, any name.

          Brianna.

          Is that who I am? Is that my identity? Or is that a past friend? Is it my mom? Do I have a family? Where am I? The air in this tight room seems to be running out, the walls closing in on me. I push my arms out above me, but halfway extended, it hits the ceiling. Why is this ceiling so low? Why am I in this room? How did I get here? I grope around for a door, and after continuous failure, start pounding on the ceiling and crying for help. Fortunately, it was a retractable ceiling. As the ceiling slides open, the light blinded me. When I can finally see, I sit up and stare around me in confusion. Stone blocks? Wooden boxes? I step out of the box and stare at the wooden room. What is it? I stare around me, unable to comprehend what I was seeing. Suddenly, a voice startles me out of my trance.

“Hey there! What’s a young lady like you doing in these parts?” a voice cries out from my far right. A man in his 30’s walks towards me with a rake in his hand. Surprised, I look around me. Green trees, blooming flowers, and faint sounds of sneezing, traffic, and a warm breeze. Yep, it’s spring.

“Miss? Where are you going?” the man calls after me. I knew I should have confronted him instead of trying to hide and run.

“Hey! How are you? Didn’t see you there!” I yell back to him. He was still a good hundred feet away. If I was discreet enough about backing up slowly, I could find a way to escape.

“Nice summer day, isn’t it? Can’t wait for the snow tomorrow!”  the man yells, advancing at a quicker pace. Confirming my suspicion that the man was totally and unquestionably out of his mind, I began to run, losing all forms of discretion I might have obtained in the last two minutes.

“Miss, why are you running? Is there something I need to know?” the man yells.

“Yes, you need to know a lot. First, it is spring, not summer. Second, it doesn’t snow in either spring or summer. Third, you don’t need the rake…”I falter as I see him look up at me, and turning red because I caught him using the rake as a backscratcher. I continued where I left off after a momentary pause and pointed to my left “and finally, the mental hospital is that way!”,

“Oh it is? Thank you for telling me, I was going there to visit my parents and in-laws! Have a nice day!” the man yells and walks away in the opposite direction I pointed to, my right. I sigh, and start walking in the direction closest to the sound of sneezing, traffic, and shouts of “stop thief!” I finally reach the gate, and as I pass through it, I notice a brass nameplate. I stop to read it, confused of why I was getting all these strange looks from the people passing by.

Cadaverous Cemetery-here to bury the dead since we started dying

Piece by piece, the jigsaw puzzle in my brain is solved, and it dawns on me.

I was reborn.