It's all very Hazy to me(Writers block)

II

I look back at the cellar I was just in...wiping away my tears. Despite my blurred vision I notice a small cottage, whoever owns it must own the cellar too, I advance towards it. As I start my lifeless trudge towards the cottage I trip on something shiny...

I hoist myself off of the ground and look back at what caused me to fall, I find it is a ring a very beautiful ring.I crawl towards it, grasping the ring in my hands. This was one my first mistakes, it would result in a chain of unfortunate events.

It was a ten minute walk, I don't think it was really that far but I was limping, I really needed to find out what had happened. When I finally reached the house I prayed that someone was there.  I truly hoped this was not a lost cause.

I knock in a very timid manner. This is completely unlike me, although I don't know my own name I know I'm not one to be timid or shy. I then realize I'm slouching, I straighten my back as if it is an instinct. It's odd...I remember how to walk and talk, I even remember that first impressions can be very important...but I don't know when I learnt these things, not even when I was taught them. It's as if I was always there but I never really lived, as if I don't exist. The creaking of the wooden door makes me jump, maybe from fear or from the excitement, someone was actually there.

A young man opens the door, he has a very stern look on his face, he doesn't seem very nice. Ours eyes meet and he begins to gawk at me, seemingly surprised. I awkwardly stand on the path while he stares at me for a few moments...I am sure I know why he is gawking at me. I look like a mess! My dress has torn apart. My long brown hair is most likely a disgusting mess and I if I were to guess my face is probably covered in dirt, or maybe mud I can't be sure.

"Hello!" I say, trying to sound as gay as possible. "I'm very sorry to be bothering you, and I know it may sound odd but I woke up in a cellar a little ways away from this quaint cottage, and I can't seem to recall a thing. Seeing as this is the closest house I have come here wondering if you could help me in any way possible."

The young man, who is quiet handsome in my opinion, composes himself. "Where have you been- Ruth"? He stammers this question.

I stare at him bewildered. Is my name Ruth? "Is that my name?" I ask.

he clears his throat, "yes, it is" he says his voice now has a plethora of confidence and authority embedded in it.

"do you have the slightest idea of what might have happened to me?" I inquire hoping he might have an answer.

"It is most unfortunate, to inform you of this" he hesitates "miss, but I do not have the slightest idea as to what might have happened to you. But I hope you will except my invitation to stay in my home, it is not this cabin, mind you".

"That would be great". I Say thankfully "If you don't mind me asking what is your name"?

"Reuben" He abruptly states. He then starts to walk off expecting me to follow.

***

We've been walking for about twenty minutes when I started feeling especially weak. How long was I asleep? when was the last time I even ate? My stomach makes a groaning sound and I suddenly realize that my mouth feels like sand paper. Reuben looks back at me and notices the ever present frown on my face. He takes my hand to hold me up I assume and walks slower, matching my pace. The next thing I remember is the slowly passing ground.

A/N: yes, I know it's not very good and it's kinda short but it's the best I can do for now...I'm slowly pushing away the writer's block with this story so that's good I guess. :)