Her

Where

I opened my eyes to the feeling of water drops hitting my forehead. Everything is blurry. The powerful smell of rain enters my nose as my eyes adjusts. My eyes focus and I see the world is sideways. Then I realize I'm the one who's sideways. I sit up to assess my surroundings. Big mistake. Immediately as I sit up, my head begins to pound with the ferocity of a stampede. I cradle my head as the rain starts pouring. It takes a good five minutes of sitting still, but I'm able to soothe my headache somewhat. I look up, sure to do it slowly this time. It's night, almost dawn, butt I could still see the stars. Rain drops fall and trickle down my face as I stare up at the twinkling lights. That's when I start to think. 'Where am I?' The question hits me with a jolt. I act upon my earlier intentions and look around. I'm sitting on a sidewalk with, what look like, abandoned houses along the edges. Ahead I spot a dirt road of some sort as well. Everything is unfamiliar. I start to panic. My hands are shaking. That's when I feel the pain in my right leg. My leg has a large scrape that seems to go on underneath my jean-shorts. Wait, shorts? 'Shorts? In this weather?' I look at my shorts and down my legs to my feet. I only have a pair of mint green flip-flops. I observe more and find a matching color tank top. 'Move' is my only thought as the rain starts to pound as hard as my headache. I turn around and see a large tree by one of the abandoned houses. I start to stand, but don't make it that far before collapsing. The tree wasn't that far. Only a good few feet, so I crawled the rest of the way. When I finally make it under though, I'm covered in mud and grass. I hiss and jerk as a sharp pain engulfs my right leg. That's when I feel something fall out of my pocket. It was getting lighter out, so I could sort of see it was a small box. I grope around to make sure nothing else fell out, and ultimately conclude with nothing. Finally, I cautiously pick up the object. Upon closer inspection, the box seems to be engraved. I trace the letters as best I can. P-O-S-E-I-Y-H. 'Poseiyh? That can't be right...' I trace again. R-not P-O-S-E-L not I-Y-N not H. Roselyn. "Roselyn." I whisper. Although my voice is hoarse, I can clearly hear a British accent. I open the box. The interior of the box is made of velvet lining of a light pink color, but it's the object in the box that is of importance. Inside, is a silver ring with emerald jewels in the shape of a butterfly. I pull out the ring and hold it before me for better inspection. That's when it happens. A flashback.
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I'm sitting on a white, shiny stool with a matching white, shiny counter. A man with bleach blonde hair and hazel, ringed with chocolate brown, eyes is sitting in front of me. The man is talking, but I'm just starting off into space and twirling my red hair. "Rosie!" He shouts irritably. He instantly catches my attention. The man has a southern accent. "Are you even listening to a word I say?" He asks with his hands on his hips and his thick eyebrows knit together in an annoyed yet playful expression. "Um... Of course Daddy!" I answer back. The man is my father. Da rolls his eyes. "Then can you repeat what I just said?"
"Of course I can." I answer.
"Well?" He asks with a raised eyebrow.
"Well what?" I question back, mimicking the eyebrow look subconsciously.
"Aren't you going to repeat it?"
"Why should I?" I counter back.
"Because I asked you to!"
"I don't quite remember that Da. I do however remember you asking if I had the ability to repeat you."
His body slackens as he groans excessively. "You are just like your mother." He states.
"And what's wrong with that?" A woman with dark red hair and freckles walks into the room. Her eyes are a gorgeous sea foam green. "Never said it was necessarily a bad thing." Dad explains quickly. The woman, who I assume is my mother, fixes Dad with a playful glare before striding by, carrying a cup of tea. Mum has an Irish accent. "How are the lessons going, princess?" Mum asks with a kind smile. I don't hear my own answer.
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I gasp as I recall the memory. My name is Roselyn. Roselyn Houston. My parents are Brian Houston and Ava Houston. I am from London. But right now, I'm not sure I'm in London. In fact, I have no idea where I am.

Questions:
1. Where?

This is a new story I thought I'd try out. Just something to write when I have writers block with my other stories. NO I am not stopping fanfictions though, to be clear :P I hope people enjoys this somewhat! =^•w•^=