Hazel Quinstrom

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I’m sorta new to the story making scene. I have a few tiny things on Wattpad heh. I can do with almost any constructive critism you guys can give me. I’d appreciate it. Just… Try to be nice with it I guess… Anyway, enjoy chapter 1!

Hazel’s breathing grew shallow as the rushing air around her snagged the breathable air, very little pressure pressed under her as her body cut through it. The weightless feeling of falling grasping her as her terrors flashed around her. It was impossible to tell how far she was from falling. Impossible lights flickered at the edges of her vision as she continued to descend. Then…

Blackness. Icy cold blackness…

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Warmth covered her existence, more on one side than the other. It reminded her of Saturdays. A faint pressure graced her forehead then left, replaced by something damp and cold. Whispers echoed around her and the sound of a door creaking almost continuously with movement. She struggled to open her eyes, to see where she was and who was helping her, only to desperately fail. There was no energy in her body. The only thing she could do was feel what was on her skin. Her heartbeat was just barely echoing though her ears past the sounds, but she couldn’t feel it. As her mind raced, she could feel the draw of unconsciousness drag her back into it’s darkness and much to her displeasure, she easily fell into it’s open arms.

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A light filtered through Hazel’s eyelids as she began to wake once more. This time, her eyes cracked open, partly encrusted from the amount of time they were closed. A dull ache stretched from the tip of her scalp all the way to her toes, as if she had been exercising and managed to stretch every muscle to the point of pain. To her left, and in direct view of the ‘bed’ she was on, a fireplace stood tall, it’s mantle 4 feet from the floor and fresh wood sat inside it’s unlit mouth. At the foot of her bed sat a man she barely had time to acknowledge before another pair of men began to converse in the other direction. She turned her head ever so slightly to see 2 men, one dressed in a blue uniform and appearing almost albino, and another in a brown Italian war uniform. Opening her mouth to speak, she found she couldn’t due to the nearly sandy feeling in her throat and mouth. The man at the end of her bed nearly jumped and brought and tipped a cup of water to her lips, allowing her to drink. Never, had she seen someone smile like he was, not since before her mo- Mrs. Quinstrom died. So full of relief and barely hidden excitement. When he pulled the glass away, she slowly swallowed the water, trying to wet her entire throat.

“H-Hi…” Her voice cracked as she spoke, but at least she did much to her satisfaction. The two across the room quickly halted their conversation and turned towards her, surprise strewn across their faces. The Italian (she assumed) ran from the room and the blue one came over to her and the guy at the end of her bed.

“Welcome to ze living frau.” Now that he was closer, she could see him clearer. He was albino and his uniform was earlier German. She glanced at the still quiet man then back at the ‘German’.

“Wh-where am I?” Hazel began to prop herself up onto her elbow when the pain suddenly congregated in her arm and side and the German stopped her and made her lie back down.

“Careful frau. Jou are still healing,”

“Healing? Healing from what? What happened?”

“I shall let Matthew tell jou. Right now I sink Lovi needs my help.” The German absconded much like the Italian, leaving her alone with the quiet man. Hazel turned to face him, taking what she could in before speaking. He had chin length hair, a bit longer but not by much. A long curl protruded from his hair line, looped and hung in front of his face. A set of glasses sat above the bridge of his nose. Like the others, his outfit was a tan uniform, but more aerial than the other 2 with two leather straps crossing at his chest.