It was a stormy night in West Alley, the wind howling gave her a fright. As she walked the leaves brushed against her legs, the darkness getting deeper by the minute.
She felt the raindrops falling on her as she got wetter. It was pouring and she was still walking, on her way home. She walked in the road and saw headlights shining; she stood there frozen not knowing what to do. Not moving away fast enough. Her life was flashing before her eyes.
As she wakes up the next morning seeing the sunshine was strange, it felt different. There was no sign of any rain anywhere, any cars or roads either. She had no idea where she was and she was pretty sure that she was lost.
She walked around trying to find her way back to the road, and tried to think of a logical way how she got there. She doesn‘t remember much, but she remembers all her school years though.
As she’s walking through the woods a voice tells her to run as fast as she could. Not knowing why, she panicked and followed its advice. About a mile later she trips and hits her head.
She stood up and touched her hurting head, as she looked at her hand it was covered with blood. She continued walking for hours not getting anywhere, walking in circles, not knowing where she was.
It was nearly nightfall and she had gotten no glimpse of humanity anywhere. She starts thinking of her family and seeing her dad’s face as always in front of the television with a beer in his hand, his sister who practically raised her when her mother died and her little brother at the age of six who doesn’t even want to come out of his room for anything.
Except going to the bathroom, he never talks to anyone but her. ‘What happens if I can’t get home? He would be traumatized.’ She thought to herself.
She remembers their faces but had no idea what their names are. She also sees this one face that she doesn’t recall knowing; she’s seen it somewhere but doesn’t know where. She was getting drowsy and saw the same tree minute after minute. She passed out on the grass of tiredness dreaming and screaming in her sleep.
She woke up in a dark, black, and windowless cottage gasping for air. Trying to breathe so hard, but not succeeding her eyes were struggling to stay open and she fell asleep again.
Waking up the next morning was horrible she had pain everywhere. Cut wounds and blood everywhere, her foot was swollen as well. When she tried to stand up she couldn’t, because it felt as if her foot was broken. She tried to call for help but it didn’t help. No one came. She went to sleep around midnight.
The next morning she woke up to a smiling face next to her… He asked her if she was alright. ‘I know this guy’ says her mind. ‘I can’t put my finger on it but I know him.’ He helped her up and he took her to his home. It was a normal house, two stories, and a huge tree in the front yard. The house was white with a black tiled roof. It was beautiful.
She could barely walk. As they entered his house she saw a lot of pictures of herself and she was utterly confused. He left the room, went to the kitchen and then upstairs. He returned to the room with a medical bag. When he put the ice on her foot she almost yelled.
Her foot was sprained and really blue. He asked her a lot of questions like: How did she get in the woods? How she had sprained her ankle? Why her head was all bloody? It seemed like she didn’t have an answer to any of those questions, but she had a few questions of her own. He gave her a few pain killers and she was fast asleep.
