The Little Blonde Girl

Searing

I look up while wind whips my face and snow begins to fall in the warm air. As it hits my skin it turns to dust and powder. I look at my hands smeared with black and white, its ash not snow... I immediately look for the source of the white falling from the sky, only to realize me precious oak tree is in flames falling to the ground and taking my swing with it.

  A tornado of ash, bark, burning rope, and leaves swirls around me blinding me from seeing anything else. I get tossed back and forth through the wind and my head hits what I'm assuming was the ground, rendering me unconscious.

  Wet and sharp. That's all i can focus on. The dampness against my clothes and the sharp little pains in my arms cheek and palms. At first its foggy but i begin to regain my sight, although there's not much to see but gravel all over the ground, leaves falling, and dark figures shaped like trees overhead. I try to focus but i quickly loose grasp on my consciousness again and fall back into the darkness.

  When i can feel myself coming back again i grab a hold of it and REFUSE to let go again. I'm dizzy and have no idea where i am, but I'm conscious and that's a step in the right direction.

  I'm no longer surrounded by gravel and trees but wooden walls a low hanging incandescent bulb of light and a stained sheet draped over me, and I'm laying on what i believe is a sleeping bag filled with something like leaves or paper.

  I sit up and look around me, slightly scared but mostly curious. Someone has wrapped my slashed arm in gauze and there's a bandage on the back of my head where there's an annoyingly apparent throbbing accompanied by a sharp pain.

  I'm in a simple small square room, there's clothes that look to belong to a man, hanging from the only window that's far too dirty to hope to see anything through.

  I jump at the sound of the small doors loud squeak, it slowly opens and i can just catch a glimpse of the person whose pushing it open.