The Lost Ones' Tesoro
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Chills racked my body.
I felt sand grate on my skin, and my throat was dry, raw. Water washed over my body, and my eyes opened slowly as another chill dragged it's cold hand down my spine.
"Ow!" I cried.
When I looked down, I saw a piece of glass poking my knee on which I was sat on. The sun was high above a clear blue sky, not a cloud to be seen. Foreign objects surrounded me from every side, making it impossible to look around without being blinded by something shiny. I eventually lurched forward, and was able to lead my aching body across the beach of miscellaneous items. The hot sun beat down on my back much like the banging of fists on a drum. The sand scraped my skin, and the items all over the beach cut my skin open like a patient etherized upon a table.
As I crawled my way off of the beach, my arms straining, and eventually gave way to exhaustion. I let my eyes close, and then it all faded.
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"Is she awake?"
I heard a raspy voice above me. My own voice could not work. I could barely move my body. My mouth was dry, my tongue like sandpaper. Breathing hurt. Everything felt awful.
I heard something next to me move, and then a warm hand placed itself on my shoulder. I felt strangely exposed as a shudder raked my spine; I was being touched for no reason. I did not know this person. And then the impossible seemed to happen.
My eyes fluttered open.
At first my eyes blinked rapidly, vision fading inbetween fuzziness and focus. All I could see was the fuzzy outline of fluffy white clouds, and the blur of the azure sky, tainted with orange from what I assumed to be a magnificent sunset which took my breath away in its essence. I lost myself in its depth and wonder, when something else captured my attention.
At once, I saw a tuft of unkempt, windblown, tawny brown hair. A warm breeze blew past us, and it shifted the mane to reveal a heart shaped face with a high forehead. Below the forehead was honey colored skin, and thick brows with creases in the center, showing confusion on the face of this stranger. His sharp eyes were a shade of light cocoa, fringed with sweeping lashes.
His lips were thin, and inbetween those were teeth with a little gap inbetween. His face was covered in a light five o' clock shadow.
The man was famaliar looking, but I couldn't figure out from where.
After the long looks we exchanged, I was suddenly thrown back into reality by his sultry voice wreaking havoc on my body in unimaginable ways.
"Are you alright?"
I blinked twice, quickly, before shaking my head no. I was thirsty, starving, and my eyes could only focus on his eyes.
"Can you sit up?" The stranger asked kindly.
I tried, to no avail to sit up on my own. I shook my hsead, and the man bit his lip, then sticking his hand under my head, propping me up. His other hands slipped under my bare legs, and as I was hefted against his warmth. My head lolled lifelessly against his chest, and he gave me a look of sympathy, which made his eyes shimmer in the minimal light coming from the sky.
As the stranger lifted me up in a bridal hold, sand fell out of my knotty rats nest, and I could feel the grains grate against my skull where his hand was placed under my head.
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