The Nobody's Angel (danisnotonfire fanfic)*ON HOLD*

Chapter 1: Lost

CHAPTER 1 

*Please note that this story takes place in 2009-10, when Dan was not relatively known on youtube and he lived in Wokingham, Berkshire (near Reading) with his family. He had met Phil, but did not live in London. Anyways, Enjoy <3

 -LOST-

I should'nt be here. Mom is always telling me, 'Kara, don't wander in the woods'. 'Kara, it's not safe'. 'Kara, stay in the house'. Yet, here I am, crouched underneath an old willow tree in the woods with snow falling gently around my feet. I feel slightly guilty for sneaking out, but I'm not that far from the house anyway-I can see the now snow dusted rooftop just over the hill, and I don't plan on losing sight of it.

Up in the sky, thick gray clouds block the sun from sending it's warmth to England. The cool winter air swirls around me, teasing the ends of my hair playfully, and the woodland trees stand like statues painted white. Everything is..quiet. It's only the early hours of the afternoon, but I can see my family's Christmas lights glinting in the distance, draped over our pine tree and the roofing on our house. I dig the tip of my boots under the snow and watch it take shape like a wrinkly white blanket. For a second, I forget about the frost nipping my nose and sigh gratefully, embracing the peaceful silence. 

Just in front of me, Bandit grazes on what little grass is still poking through the dusting of snow, eyeing me cautiously as I stroke her forehead. Bandit In Blue is her full name, and she is my horse, a gorgeous 5 year old blue roan mustang with short, strong legs and a wild, yet caring look in her eye. Standing before me she looks like a giant, but really she is a comfortable pony height. Still grazing, she moves her head closer and I admire her long mane as it falls over her neck in waves. Her forelock shields those big amber eyes, but I can see them looking at me as she blinks tiny snowflakes from the lashes. Her coat which starts a dark navy-black at the face and legs fades to a soft, beautiful blue on her body, which is sleek and shiny in the summer months. Now, it is thick and fuzzy for the winter season. I gently tug on the halter to pull her head into my arms, stroking her muzzle as she breathes warm air into my hands.

Behind me, there's a soft rustle as a squirrel skips down from the willow tree I'm leaning on. Bandit lifts her head from my lap and exhales a cloud of warm mist into my face, and I smile. I want to say Bandit is the best thing that has ever happened to me, but truthfully, I'm not sure. Actually, I'm not quite sure of anything...But out here in the woods, there's no worries. It's quiet and my thoughts don't feel restricted.  I feel as though I can almost...remember. 

Remembering is something that is easy for our brain. We'll tap into our memories to relive special moments or call up certain names or faces. Some memories we forget, while others are unforgettable.  Memories help define us, our childhood and the past, only..I don't have any. 

My life is a huge blur. My name is Kara Cobalt, I'm 18 years old, I live in Berkshire, England, I know how to eat, sleep, and wake up again in the morning. I was in a car accident 6 months ago that left me with a brain injury that impaired my memory. I don't remember much from my childhood and nothing from my early adulthood. Lost and confused in school, I was taken out to be home schooled until my memory returns. I'm not supposed to leave the property my house sits on because it could 'interfere with the healing process', and I rarely interact with people 'on the outside'. Mom and dad are extremely protective of me. They don't let many people visit me despite my begging and I sometimes feel like a prisoner in my own room. It feels like there is an invisible barrier between me and my memories; I know they are there, but no matter how hard I study the pictures and faces that coat the walls of my room, nothing breaks that barrier. I can't remember who I am, or who I was. 

While the flakes begin to collect into a heavier layer over the snow-dusted grass, I close my eyes and let my mind dive into thought. The only memories I can recollect are from when I lived in America; I was born and raised in New York for 10 years until my Dad got transferred to England for work. I remember our cramped NYC apartment, the streets and tall buildings, the buzz of city traffic...everything after that is hazy. I think about all the memories I have made after the accident, in school, with friends I never knew I had, and with Bandit, a horse I don't remember getting. I don't remember if I was shy in school, a good student, popular, or who I was friends with (I must have not been that popular considering that only one girl has visited me since the incident). My cheeks go hot and I clench my fist around Bandit's lead rope. I felt so betrayed, lost, and alone. I feel like a nobody. 

Suddenly, a loud crunch interrupts the silence and Bandit throws her head up, ears straining towards  the deep end of the woods. I reach up to her muzzle to soothe her, but get distracted as another resounding crunch echoes from the far end of the forest. Bandit  paws the ground, muscles trembling. I twist around to see what could be spooking her.

Suddenly, Bandit squeals and jumps forward, sending me flat against the tree just before she can hit me with the tip of her hoof. Before I know what is happening, she whips around, spewing a wave of snow into my face and rears up on both hind legs. "Bandit! Stop-" I yell, but her flight instinct has already taken over as she rips the lead rope from my hands and leaps into a gallop, frantically running towards home in a flurry of blinding white. I shake the snow from my eyes and scramble to my feet to call after her, but am interrupted by the same crunching sound again, this time louder and approaching me at a rhythmic speed from inside the woods.

Just as Bandit disappears over the hill, I turn just in time to see a figure crashing through the brush. My first thought is that it's a spooked deer, but as it approaches my heart catches in my throat and I realize it's not something but someone making a mad dash straight for me. 

There's no time. All I can do is scream.