Lost

1. Awoken

I'm covered in leaves and dirt, I have a pounding headache, and it's difficult for me to see. I stand up, but my knees buckle slightly and by impulse, I grab onto the nearest thing. "Ahh!" I yelp in pain when I grab the tree, I looked at my arm and there was a cut half way in between my shoulder and my elbow on my left arm. It's about a quarter inch to half an inch deep, and about an inch and a half in length. I begin to look around, careful not to move my arm. I try to see if I recognize anything, but this forest doesn't look familiar at all.

Wait. I smell something, it smells absolutely delicious. My stomachs growls at the scent. Slowly I begin walking towards the delightful aroma, gripping onto trees as I go, with my good arm. I'm getting closer and closer and my stomach grumbles in anticipation. Then I hear something, what is that? Is that a car? I must be getting close to civilization. Then I see a street and to my left is a diner.

As I walk in the diner, a bell chimes. It looks pretty empty, so I sit on one of the bar stools. As soon as I sit down, an older lady with kind eyes and dimples, hands me a menu. "Good evening, hun. I'm Cathy, and I'll be your server for today. What would you like to drink?" She asked.

"I would like a water," I answered.

"Alright, hun." With that, she walked away. As soon as I start looking over the menu, the bell over the door chimes. A man then sits two seats to the right of me. He was about 6'1" with emerald green eyes, a defined jawline, and dark brown hair. He looked pretty muscular and overall extremely good looking.

'I'll admit, he's good looking. He's not our mate though.' A small voice said, almost like a child. Who was that?! I thought while looking around the room with wide eyes. The only other person here is the man. I don't think his voice could be like that, but I guess looks can be decieveing.

"It's rude to stare," he grumbled. I hadn't realized I was staring, and I began to feel my cheeks heat up. He smirked as he saw me blush. That smirk is just dazzling. His voice was deeper than the one I heard though. It couldn't have been him. Who was it then?

"Have you decided what you would like to have, hun?" Cathy asked right as I was starting to look around again. I looked at her, slightly surprised that she was there. She knocked me out of my daze by handing me my water.

"Uh. Yes. I'll have the bacon cheeseburger," I answered, telling her the first thing that caught my eye on the menu.

"Okay, hun. Your food will be out in a bit," she said while she wrote my order down.

"Thank you, Cathy," I said while handing her my menu. With that she walked away.

I got bored quickly and started to tap my fingers on the bar. I had just started and then the man looks over at me and glares. I think I hear a low growl as well. Instantly, I stopped tapping. He stopped growling, but continued to glare for a little longer before turning back to his menu.

'Someone's grumpy tonight.' The voice. It was back. My eyes widened with shock as I began looking for the source of the voice. A couple minutes later Cathy came out of the door to the kitchen, with my food. As soon as she set it down, I grabbed it and started eating. All thoughts of the voice, disappearing. She laughed.

"Someone's hungry tonight. You better slow down before you choke," she laughed. I smiled up at her with food in my mouth, as a reply. She shook her head and went back into the kitchen.

Once I finished my burger, I began thinking. Where am I going to go? I don't know where I live, or if I even have one. Do I have a family of some sort? What happened to me anyways? Suddenly, I remembered the cut.

I should probably inspect that in the bathroom. I looked around for a moment before I saw it. I walked in and locked the door. I turn around and see my reflection in the mirror. I look terrible. I have bits of leaves and dirt in my dark brown hair, my brown eyes look frightened, I've got dirt all over me, I'm wearing an old, worn out green jacket with a cut in it on the left arm, a pair of worn out jeans, and some muddy sneakers.

I take my jacket off and look at my cut. It looks like it started healing already. I still need to clean it though. I grab a piece of paper towel and get it wet. I clench my teeth at the bit of pain there is when I clean the cut. I grab another piece of paper towel and press it to the cut, to prevent any more bleeding. I hold it there for a few minutes before taking it off to check if it stopped bleeding. It stopped, so I threw the towel in the trash and tied the jacket around my waist. I had a light pink, V-neck T-shirt on. The sleeves had been rolled up a little, so I rolled them down. That made it so you couldn't see the cut. I combed through my hair with my fingers a little, before going back to my seat.

Once I was back in my seat, I started drinking my water and thinking. How did I get that cut? Did I scrape my arm on something, or did someone do that to me? If someone did that to me, then who? Wait, who am I? What's my name? I finished my water and began checking my pockets, looking for anything that would at least tell me my name. Front right pocket, nothing. Front left pocket, nothing. Back left pocket, nothing. Back right pocket, a gift card to Walpocket. To: Persephone From: Nick. I must be Persephone, because I don't think my name is Nick.

Oh no. I probably have to pay for this food. Is there any money in my jacket? Right pocket, nothing. Left pocket, nothing. Great. I'm screwed. I just slump back in my chair, feeling defeated.

"Would you like to order anything else? Or will that be all for tonight?" Cathy asked, with a warm smile on her face. I feel terrible for not being able to repay her.

"I think that will be all," I told her.

"Alright, hun. I'll be right back with your receipt." She started to walk away.

"Wait. I don't have any money," I called out before she walked away.

"What do you mean?" She asks, confusion on her face.

"I can't pay for the food." She pressed her lips together and gave me a hard look. She didn't look like the friendly waitress anymore.

"I'll pay for it," a deep voice said. Who would pay for my food? I turned my head to find the man. Why would he pay for my food? Cathy gave him a questioning look.

"You sure about this, son?" Cathy asked him.

"Yes, ma'am," he said while handing her a card. She took the card and walked away. I turned to him.

"Thank you," I said to him. He grumbled something that sounded like 'stupid girl.' I just turned away, trying to ignore him.'How dare he call us stupid.' Us? The voice is back. I need to find out who it belongs to.

Cathy came back with his card and a receipt. He took it and left. Cathy glanced at me and gave me that 'Why are you still here?' look. I got up and walked out the door.

I see the man that payed for my dinner, a couple of yards ahead of me.

"Hey!" I yelled. He stopped walking and stood there. I ran up to him and said, "I never caught your name." He turned around and looked at me. He looks irritated and slightly angry.

"Why do you need to know?" He snapped.