Our head exploded with pain, and our thoughts were scattered. We heard faint wisps of different voices, but feared the consequences of opening our eyes.
Would the pain ever end?! We thought in unison. It was the only conscious thought, quite frankly we preferred our thoughts to be uninterpretable. Our mind began to fade, kind of like the gradient effects in the movies, and we heard a familiar cry. We couldn't make out what the person said, it sounded like she was in pain. Did the girl hurt herself?-
{Black............}
"Hmmm?...." I hummed softly, the scent of dust and decay meeting my nose. I snuggled into the lace and velvet comforter... I rolled over, realization hitting me in a wave.
Where am I? I opened my eyes and sat up, a wave of panic rising in me. I looked around, the room had almost no light, except for a few candles on a desk. It was a small room, but well decorated to my surprise, a mirror faced across from the bed I lied on. I met eyes with the figure in the mirror. A child-like figure looked back, scaring me almost back to slumber.
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Thats you...
I looked back in the mirror, the candles gave dark shadows on my round face. The person, who was me, had pastel purple hair, fox ears and tail, with a grey withered lolita- like dress. The face had strange marks on the cheek and mouth, and my hand went to touch it. Stitches?! I jumped off the bed, triggering dust from the comforter... Wait.. dust?
I didn't question the dust layered on the bed, mainly because I was too frightened by my situation. Not only do I not know where I am, but I don't even know who I am. I tried to think of what my name was, but my vision blurred in pain, a warning that I was pushing myself too far.
Am I suffering with Amnesia? As I pondered what could have possibly brought me to the strange candle-lit room, I heard shuffling. Its coming from above?...
I found a closet door, and I pulled the dusty door open. I expected clothes and disregarded items, but to my surprise it was a dug in tunnel. It was small, dark, but maybe I could fit.
I grabbed a candle from the desk and begin crawling in the tight space. The tunnel had dirt ground, and rocky sides. The dirt stained my stockings and dress, but that was not important. I saw scratch marks at the sides of the rocky walls, which fed into my growing anxiety. The shuffling grew louder. Maybe it will lead me closer to the exit. I crawled faster, the snug space was gradually getting larger, which gave me a flicker of hope.
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