Wretched and Devine

Wake up

I open my eyes, five blurry faces stair down at me.
"She's awake!" I hear a muffled voice exclaim.
My head throbs and I feel the blood pulse threw my brain.
Beat beat. Beat beat.
Am I dead?
Who am I?
Where am I?
Do I even exist?
I know the basics.
There's a war. There's F.E.A.R, there's the rebels, and there's the wild ones.
Which one am I?
I blink my eyes back into focus and scan the faces of those above me.
"She survived that. I'm so shocked..." One of them spoke. He had a raspy, crazy voice.
"Maybe she's a member of F.E.A.R..." Another one growled. He had very femanine features, beautiful brunette hair. I was almost jealous of how pretty he was and he was a guy!
"Don't jump to conclusions there Ashley." A beautiful angel raised a hand, his blue eyes stairing down at me. He had the most beautiful voice.
"Who are you..." He asked, in a gentle, deep growly voice. A smoker. Do I smoke?
I open my mouth, trying to find words, my mind blanking.
Is it because of pressure or is it something else?
"I-I don't remember..." I reply softly, my voice shaking. It's rough either from being parched or from something else...
"Here's some water." The crazy voiced guy hands me a flask.
The guy named Ashley rolls his eyes and walks away.
I find it in my bruised and scratched up body to push myself up. The pain oddly pleasuring. I grasp the flask and open it as quick as my shakey hands will allow me and gulp back the water, it dripped onto my... Cloths? I engulfed the water quickly before I look down at my cloths.
I don't remember wearing a rebel flag on my teeshirt. It's white and symbols BVB. Along with a pair of large male sweatpants.
"Sorry we had to borrow some of Andy's pants," the crazyier one points to the angel.
Andy....
It fits him.
"Shut up CC!" He exclaimed slapping his shoulder.
"Ow!" CC exclaimed, I couldn't help but giggle at the two.
What do I look like? I'm not a thin stick I know that... But what else do I look like.
Suddenly a thought pops into my mind.
"Is Andy short for... Andrew?" I ask, still sounding weak.
"Yes..." He replied, and raised an eyebrow, "how did you know?"
"I remember a name like that." I shrug.
"A hot chick from F.E.A.R! Common Andy as much as I love how she looks it's not adding up." Ashley turned back to me. I felt angry at this accusation. But I didn't know if I was from F.E.A.R.
"To put it out there. I don't know who I am. Where I'm from. What side of this war I'm on. All I know is that it exists, and all I know is F.E.A.R isn't exactly the good guys to you! So please! Stop accusing me!" I hissed in his direction. He went silent for a moment, eyeing me up.
"Feisty, I like it." And that was his way of coming around.
"Oh my chemical romance, ew." My chemical romance flowed off my lips, I remember them. Speaking out. Rising up. Being seperated by F.E.A.R and the BL/ind. I remember their music.
"The light behind your eyes..." I spoke quietly, Andy tilted his head in confusion.
"What?" He asks.
"The light behind your eyes." I speak louder, "my favourite song."
Andy's lips curled up into a smile.
"You remember...."
"Hey Andy! Come look at this!" One of them, with crazy war paint was in what I assumed was my bag.
He pulled out a shirt of the rebel flag, a killjoy shirt, a pair of black jeans and a small makeup kit.
"This looks like a rebels things." He grinned.
"God job jinxx!" He was already over there, glancing over my things.
Then he pulled out a handgun.
Can I even shoot?
And last but not least, a water flask and a pack of cigarettes.
Andy picked it up and sniffed it, before flinching.
"That is nooot water." He blinked, "alcohol."
"SWEET!" CC yelled and went to snatch it, however Andy pulled it out of his reach, CC fell onto his face from the momentum.
I chuckled quietly, and feel the dirty sheets beneath me.
A rebel camp.
"So why are you here?" A quieter one asks. That's a good question. Why am I here? It had to have been important.
"I can't...." I dig deep into my mind, giving myself a massive headache from beating at the wall in my brain that I could not break.
I put my fingers to my tender temples.
"I can't seem to remember." I say sadly. What was it? Who am I? Why do I feel like this is important.
"Andy can we keep her!" CC got up, and lept onto the bed. He crawled to be behind me, I tensed up as he wrapped his arms around me, placing his chin on my forhead.
The boys chuckled.
"Well. She seems to have a case of amnesia. So for now, we are going to have to keep her." Andy stated, now very seriously, hushing the boys.
It seemed he was the leader.
Andrew... The leader.
My eyes traveled the room, filled with rebel flags, a dirty mirror, and a dresser.
CC released me and flopped back on the cott.
I slowly got myself to stand up. My whole body soar.
I walked towards the mirror, that showed my whole body.
My face was a mess with tons of dirt and smudged eyeliner.
My eyes are a pale green, my skin as white as snow.
I'm scratched up and bruised all over my body.
Slim but not tiny.
Bigger boobs. High cheekbones.
I'm beautiful.
Is this really me? I gently touch my face feeling my skin, my blond, choppy cut hair is pulled back into a messy pony tail.
This is me?
I look to my arms. Cut up, self inflicted wounds.
And why am I sad?
Something inside me stings with pain, an eternal sadness. Like a dark cloud surrounds me.
Who is this girl in the mirror.
"Who am I?" I mutter.