The Forgotten Forest

Chapter Fourteen- New World

Kira's POV

I woke up, my vision blurry, but I could barely make out a torch flickering on the side wall. I sat up quickly which was a bad idea. Pain shot through my left leg, and I gasped. Slowly I laid back down, holding onto my leg. There was a big tear in my pant leg, trailing down from my knee to the bottom of the pant leg.

I was still for a minute, waiting for everything to stop spinning. When I could finally look without everything being painful and unfocused, I sat up slowly. It still was painful, but not as much as the first time. I propped myself up against a wall so I wasn't lying on the uncomfortable ground. I closed my eyes for a minute, trying to recall what had happened and where I was. Suddenly, it all came flooding back.

The locket, the picture, the fight. I remembered my mom telling me that the people in the picture were my parents. Then all the anger returned.

They lied to me. I was lied to my entire life.

Then I thought of Mike. That angered me even more. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for him. All I know right now is that the two people I have lived my entire life with might not even be related to me. I don't even know how I got the gash on my leg. I was getting so worked up about this that I didn't realize a young man walk in. He came over to me and crouched to meet my eye level, startling me.

"Oh, you're awake. Good,"

I stared at him for a minute, freaking out and trying to tell if he would hurt me or not. He couldn't be any older that 25, and he had dark black hair, very similar to Mike's. His eyes were the color of emeralds, and he seemed to be wearing old farming clothes. I then realized he asked me a question.

Oh, sorry, would you repeat that?" I asked. Usually I would've stuttered, but I'm done with that. Oh sure, I was panicking in my head, but what use would it be to show him that? I'm done being seen as a weak girl.

The man laughed, and asked again, "How are you feeling?"

"Oh, well, my head is pounding, and I can't move without pain shooting through my left leg,"

"Do you mind if take a look at your leg?"

Who does this guy think he is? Why would I let a random stranger examine my leg? But then again, he hasn't hurt me in anyway, and I wanted to get back on my feet so badly. I nodded, still uneasy about my decision.

He started rolling up my pant leg and I gasped in pain.

"Sorry!" He said, wincing. "Just let me know if it hurts to much."

I nodded once again and held my breath. After a very painful minute, he had rolled my pant leg up to my knee. There, you could clearly see a gash running down from my knee to my ankle. Dry blood was crusted around as new blood was trickling out. I hated the sight of blood, I felt like I was going to pass out.

"It looks deep. I'm going to give you some medicine to help heal your leg, alright? It should take away your headache as well," He backed up into a kitchen that looked like something out of a fairytale. Actually, the entire house looked like that. With the torches on the wall, the badly carved wooden tables, and the miss-shaped stone walls, I knew I wasn't in Tennessee anymore.

The man came back with a little bottle. He kneeled down beside me, and poured the contents onto my leg. It was a clear liquid, yet thick and sticky. Once the liquid hit my leg, it burned horribly. I winced and let out a loud gasp. But as quickly as it started, it ended. It actually became soothing.

"There you go," He said after all of the liquid was spread on my leg. I watched it for a minute as the liquid sunk into the gash. Then, right before my eyes, the gash closed up. All the pain was gone.