I slowly woke up without my shirt on and my shoulder bandaged up for me. I looked around in horror, seeing that I was in some sort of man made tree cave.
"Easy, easy," I heard an unfamiliar voice saying to me. I turned around, and saw him looking at me with a look of caution on his face. "You should be resting, your body is still recovering from that battle you encountered," he said to me, putting his hands up in a way of telling me that he meant no harm. I glared at him, and turned away from him, using my arms to try and cover my sports bra that covered my somewhat large chest. I was blushing as well, it was too embarrassing to be with someone without my shirt on, ESPECIALLY if I didn't know them and it made me feel ugly.. 'He's seen my scars, my ID, my chest... I'm an idiot for passing out like that! What were you thinking, Primrose,' I shut my eyes tightly as I scolded myself. I started to feel my shoulder hurting pretty badly, and I held it with my good arm. The unknown man came to my and wrapped a blanket around my shoulders, then asked me quietly, "Does it hurt?" I didn't know whether or not I could trust him, but I nodded my head anyway. After all, he did save my life, for the most part, and helped heal my wounds.
Then I felt something warm, but soothing against my skin. I sighed in relief and leaned towards that safe and wonderful feeling. I felt my skin slowly knitting itself together, but it didn't hurt. It was wonderful. "I'm sorry, that's all I can do," I heard him say with a sigh, that comforting feeling going away. I covered myself up with the blanket before I turned to face him, giving him a look of thanks. He looked at me and smiled, "Feel any better?" I nodded my head, smiling at him kindly.
"I'm sorry that I didn't introduce myself earlier, but my name is Kai. I'm a chi user," he said with a smile. I nodded, letting him know that I had it in my head. "What's your name," he asked me kindly, a smile forming on his face. My smile faded. I turned away from him and had my head between my knees. "What's wrong, are you okay," I heard him ask me, fear filling his voice. I shook my head and grabbed my backpack. I opened my bag slowly, my hands shaking as I got extremely nervous. I pulled out my journal and my pencil, and started to write down what I needed to tell him.
"My name is Primrose Hawthorn. I'm 25, have a sophomore's education, obviously badly injured, and alone. I have been living by myself for over ten years. I lost my little brother about the same time too. I don't travel with anyone because of my past that I don't feel like sharing."
I handed my journal to him, letting him read it silently. Once he was finished, he handed it back to me. "So, Primrose. Do you always stay this quiet and resort to your journal to speak," he looked at me with some seriousness. I nodded my head, not wanting to tell him the scars of my past. "How'd you get burned? It looks like it hurts," Kai asked me, his voice in a softer tone. I shook my head and grabbed my journal again.
"Just call me Prim. And please don't ask me about the past until I feel ready to talk about it. It's... It's not a good story to tell anyway. But I'm mute, I can no longer speak because I lack a tongue."
I handed him my journal again, my hands shaking this time. I watched him as he read it, his eyes growing wide from shock. Kai looked at me with a fearful face, and I couldn't help but shudder from his gaze. I wasn't looking at him after he looked up at me. I couldn't bear to look at his face. I don't know why, but I got embarrassed when he looked at me, or my heart would end up racing. "I see," was all Kai said. He handed me my journal, looking at me with a saddened face.
I grabbed my journal, still not looking at him. Our fingers barely touched as I held my journal, causing my face to heat up a little. I quickly put the two items away, trying to not let him see my face. 'Good going, Prim, you just had to get embarrassed by this cute- Wait.... I FIND THIS GUY TO BE CUTE?! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME, I ONLY JUST MET HIM,' I mentally scolded and yelled at myself, shaking my head in the process. "Are you okay, Prim? You look rather red," Kai asked me. I refused to look over at him, but I nodded my head to answer his question. Thankfully he never pressed on about the situation. "Okay, we should try to get some sleep," he said lying down on his side, facing the fire and me. I merely nodded and thudded against the ground. I faced away from him, my face still a little red from my embarrassment.
I slowly started to calm down, and when I did, I started to feel exhausted, more than I originally thought. My eyelids grew heavy, and I soon fell into a dreamless sleep.
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Action26 year old Primrose Hawthorn has lived through 10 years of hell, and has only a few things on her mind; One, and her most important, not getting caught by the government who kidnapped her in the first place. And two, surviving on her own. She disco...