Lost (On Hold)

Chapter One

Unknown's Perspective

Central is nice in the rain.

The water crashing down to the pavement muffles all voices echoing around me. When the wheels of cars splash the growing puddles, it feels nice to know things are still going on around me.

Although the occasional claps of thunder are quite startling, it's still better than my fear of sounds caused by living beings.

How... here?

Wait...

I stop in my tracks. Noises of irritation rise up as people move around me on the busy sidewalk, but to my surprise, it doesn't phase me in the slightest. How did I get here?

Was... kicked out? Oh, yeah. That's right.

I was talking with a woman by the name of Betsy, or something similar. Although, I'm not sure saying we were both talking is appropriate; I was merely crying while still trying to keep the monster away.

She was upset that I was in the alleyway her cats were living in, all of us taking shelter from the storm. I didn't see a problem with it because the cats didn't seem to mind me and I didn't mind them, but I just kept my head down and listened to her yelling, which mostly consisted of how unworthy I was to be living on her "property".

Thankfully, I know that not everyone is so... unreasonable. I've actually met many nice people. Like his friends. Despite their challenges, being Chimeras and all, they have something to live for. Something to fight for. 

I wonder how they're doing now...

Taking a deep breath in and slowly exhaling, I continue my path to the park.

Too many.

Many add on to the crowd as the voices grow louder until they reach the point of deafening screams. I bite my lip, shaking as I walk at the same pace. Need... get out... Need... get out...

Falling. Please, please don't leave.

Every image and sound jump away from me into nothingness. I can't hear anything. I can't see anything. I can't feel anything. No smell. No taste. None of my senses are working.

Please don't leave.

One sense comes back quicker than the wind blowing my soaked hair and freezing clothing. Touch. I try to grab something, anything, but instead all I can do is clench my fists.

Please don't.

Another sense comes back. I can taste the bitterness. The next sense returns. I can smell the stench.

Don't.

My vision comes back. I see a woman with her hand extended, the image not moving an inch as I fall deeper into the abyss of darkness.

Leave.

"Are you okay, Miss?"

I sharply inhale when my senses catch up to my surroundings. It feels as if I had been dunked into a bucket full of ice-cold water and then left on the muddy ground.

The woman doesn't appear much older than I am, her eyes twinkling with what I hope is worry or kindness. Her hair is a very dark shade of brown, kept in a tight ponytail, her legs made entirely of Automail. "You fell down."

I reach for her hand when a certain memory forces its way into my mind.

"Listen, don't trust anyone," he had said. "Not even if they seem friendly. For someone like you, I'm not sure trust is even an option. You need to be cautious of who you're with. Always."

Not safe.

My vision goes blurry, then returns. Fuzzy and faded, then normal. The cycle continues until my trembling hand falls down.

The woman's blurry face looks surprised. "Miss?"

"Don't..." I whisper. "Leave... me...."

Darkness clouds my view. The last thing I hear is a scream.

A/N:

ok so if it isn't obvious already, this chapter is in the perspective of an oc. more info about her in later chapters!

pls no criticism for this chapter, but if you see any grammar/spelling errors please let me know. i had someone proof-read it, but like- idk if there's something both of us missed? aaa

hope you enjoyed! next chapter should be out within a week, hopefully. thanks for reading