Sandy Hearts

The Beginning

P.O.V Mia

I wake up with the bitter taste of worn down alcohol in the back of my throat. I slowly sit up as my eyes slowly open but are rudely greeted with the sun shining down on me ten fold. I try to let out a gasp but my throat feels likes it's being torn out. I hold my throat as I force my ten thousand pound body to get up on it's feet. I regret my decision as soon as my balance becomes as one of those teeter totters. I fall over on my face, I try to scream but just end up inhaling the sand. I lay there face first in the sand, my thoughts captivate me as I just continue to lay.

After what seems like years I slowly push my body to it's limit to attempt to stand once again. Once on my feet, I pull my hands to my face to rub the rough sand off my once delicate face. I attempt to open my eyes again, I only peek out of my lashes and all I can see is miles and miles of sand. WHY THE DESERT! Those goons! I take a deep breath and force the rest of my eyes open to see around better. I spin around on my heels as I look around, sand here, sand there, oh!... and over there. Sand Everywhere! Great just great, I'm trapped in the middle of the desert with nothing but myself. Just when I'm about to give up on myself, I look down to see a black bag. Hope!

After checking the bag, I find 3 bottles of water and bread in a baggy. After I search through the bag I start to walk. I traveled day and night for many more days then you can count on your fingers, through this long and treacherous desert. My mouth and throat just like the deserts sand, my hands are like cracked clay, and my face is as rough as sandpaper. Just when I'm on my last few ounces of water and my legs grow weary over a long day's travel, just over the horizon. I see what looks to be like a wall, it's as high as and as wide as I can possibly see. I feel a slight pang of relief, most likely the feeling of hunger. My worn legs start working on their own, pushing my dried out lungs into action. As I run to the wall, it becomes closer and closer. Just dimly before realization hits, I brutally slam right into the thick wall. Just before I had passed out from the pain my body endured and the exertion from running, I see a small and shiny black door.

My eyes struggle to open, as though something is holding them back. After some attempts to open, I reach to my eyes to feel round objects placed over them. I pull them up just enough to look at them, they have the shape of my eyes engraved into them, they even got my eyelashes. I set them down in the sand besides me, I look straight up in the sky as a soft gasp escapes my mouth. The sky is full of glimmering stars and it's dripping with many shades of blue and purple. I force my weakened body to sit up from bed rock like sand. I glimpse around when one thought comes crashing down. THE DOOR!