"Honey come here, I think we found somebody?"
"What?"
"Oh my god!"
"What the hell?"
"I think she's alive, help me!"
• • •
I have a metallic taste in my mouth, and my head feels numb. A headache pounding.
I feel like I was hit with a sledgehammer and then run over by a train.
I don't open my eyes, I don't want to know where I am.
I don't want to see the green walks and door of that house.
I don't want to know if I didn't make it.
I don't want to k n o w.
I can't feel my fingers.
• • •
I go back to sleep but wake up to voices.
A man's.
And I feel my whole body shake from it.
I didn't get out, he found me and dragged me back there.
I didn't get out.
And all of it was for nothing.
A hand touches me and I try to jerk it away but can't.
And so I open my eyes, bracing myself for whatever hell I'm in.
Am I in another room? Did he strap me down?
What happened? And what do I do now?
And so I open my eyes.
I'm in a hospital.
And then I'm crying.
• • •
My whole body is wrapped up in white gauze and casts practically.
A doctor sits in a chair beside me holding a clip board asking me questions I don't have the answer to and telling me things I don't understand.
"Can you tell me your name?"
And then it comes out again, "Shadow."
He raises and eyebrow at me like I'm crazy.
And maybe I am for saying a name that's not mine.
But for some reason it feels like it defines me, and in print upon my flesh that's there forever.
"Can you tell me exactly what happened?"
I shake my head. Because truthfully, all of it seems blurry.
"Ok, Shadow, to inform you of your medical injuries, you have a broken leg, a broken arm, sprained wrist, twenty-five stiches on both arms from two slits, a mild concussion, a bruised rib, a gash on your cheekbone that was sewn with five stiches. You were obviously malnourished wherever you came from and from your injuries we can assume you were in a car crash though that would unlikely considering you were found in a forest, but it was by a highway, however no crash was found there so your injuries have not been determined."
He looks at me with dull eyes, and I don't know what he expects to do with this information.
"Who found me?" I say, and my voice cracks.
"By a Mr. and Mrs. Ofwell, the couple was hiking there and found you around 8 a.m."
"It wasn't a car crash, I fell down that hill when I jumped out of his car."

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