A Court Of Nightmares

Chapter Two Things Couldn't Get Any Worse

All I felt was a soreness running through my body as I slowly opened my eyes. I blinked a couple of times towards the misty sky above. It was a completely different image from the gorgeous night sky I viewed from my fall. I couldn't tell how long I was on the ground or where I was for that matter. The only thought I had was that I wanted to find the boys and go home.

"Ajax! Kieran!" I yelled out, still laying down on the ground. The left side of my body got scratched up from the hard uneven rocks that laid under me. I didn't want to get up or move, but I knew I had to one way or another. Just to find out where I was at least. So I gently put my right hand to the ground cutting my palms in response. I hissed at the pain, but it didn't falter my movements as I urged my body to sit up. My head started to pound again, the world swaying slightly in my vision as I did. Whoever grabbed me made sure I had a hell of a fall. I still didn't understand how I wasn't dead yet.

I blinked again, trying to focus my eyes as everything started to spin. I examined my right hand to see if there was much damage. But only noticed that the cuts that I felt on my palms earlier were gone. Left with only a fresh trail of blood in the creases of my hands. I was losing my mind, either that or I hit my head too hard against one of these dumb rocks.

"Hello!" I called again, this time, bending my knees to try to stand up. My legs ended up wobbling at the small action alone. With a burning sensation running through the back of my thighs. Even with the pain I felt, my body seemed to have a mind of its own. My instincts were shouting at me, to want to run as far away as possible. Like it knew something I didn't. I managed my balance, wrapping my arms around my body. A hard chill went through the air as I stood up straight. Not just a hard chill, it was freezing, to the point that I was able to see my own breath. I shivered, I should have worn something warmer than this red crop top.

"Anyone out there!" I tried to call out again, there was no use at this point. I knew I wasn't going to get a response, but it didn't hurt to try. Gently turning my head to the right, I'd hoped to not cause any added dizziness. Making the curls in my hair, blow hard into my face as the wind started to pick up. No one in sight, not like I could see far out anyway. The mist covered most of my surroundings.

My breathing went rugged, I'm all alone.

With no possible way to get home and no one to help me. With the realization, my breathing only seemed to go more uneven. The world started swaying at my feet again, with the sound of my heartbeat hammering hard in my ears. I held my crystal necklace and took a deep breath. Trying to regain control of my body before I started to lose it completely.

I need to stay awake, if I go unconscious who knows if I actually will wake up this time. I took another steady breath, tightening my grasp around my necklace. My heartbeat started to slow, if I'm stranded here then I'm going to make sure I stay alive. Not just for me, but my family. They can't risk another loss, and I will make sure they don't have to. I will find my way back to them, I'll make sure of it. I turned slightly trying to grasp where I was, until I heard a familiar clinking sound at my back.

"How hard did I fall?" I muttered to myself, annoyed at how foolish I was being to not even notice my backpack still strapped onto me. I spun it around in front of me, opening it without hesitation, to find my leather jacket stuffed inside. I have never been so thankful for my constant over packing until this very moment. I almost squealed with happiness when I wrapped it around my body, finally feeling warm. I kept rummaging through it to find Achilles's journals, some snacks, and even a water bottle inside. Thank god.

I took a sip of water but made sure I didn't take more than necessary. If I am stranded, then who knows how many days it will take until I am completely out of water. As I shifted to put my backpack behind me, I noticed something shining in my back pocket. My phone. I facepalmed to myself, my mind certainly wasn't thinking straight at all. Snatching it from my pocket, I was hoping it would be the answer to all my prayers. But it was rather short-lived when I glanced down, only to find that the whole screen shattered. I tried to turn it on but nothing, with the fall that I had endured last night. I should be grateful that it was still intact for the most part.