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Mila

Its so dark in the cave that the girl drags me into, despite my silent pleas for her to go around- to find another way- ANYTHING but going straight through!
I cling to the girl's bony arm, and I don't like how thin she is. It definitely isn't healthy, and neither is the dark. The dark is anything but healthy.
It has monsters, and bad dreams and things-
Something just ran over my foot.
I try to scream, but I wore my voice out earlier, and all that comes out is a weak gurgle-growly type of sound that causes the girl to grab my wrist a little tighter, perhaps to make me be quiet.
She pulls me into somewhere where there's at least enough light to see.
It illuminates her, and I feel my heart skip a beat.
She has wavy, brownish auburn hair that hangs freely around her face, and the light makes her brown eyes into a polished, bronze sort of color. Half of her face is still kind of shadowy, but I can see that her features are rather exotic.
Her deep-set eyes are mid-sized and framed by thin lashes, and her dark brows cast them into even more shadows. Her cheekbones are high, and her nose is long and slightly hooked, reminding me of a statue's. Her lips look very chapped, and sort of thin... then again, everything about her is thin.
Her threadbare shirt is dirty and covered in stains, but I think it used to be white. A pair of tattered black shorts cover her legs. She isn't wearing any shoes, or even any slippers, and I wonder how stupid she must be not to put on any foot protection before going outside.
My own feet are shredded because of the rough terrain we've had to cross, but her feet seem unscathed... I wonder why, but I'm snapped from my thoughts when she grabs my wrist hard enough to bruise, then drags me towards the direction of the light.
Her fingers feel like icy talons around my wrist, and- for a brief second- I wish I was thinner so those ice-cold fingers of hers wouldn't be stabbing into my wrist as much. Then I shake that thought away. Skinny means unhealthy, and unhealthy means death... would that mean that this girl is dead or dying? I've never seen anything that's as skinny as her.
She looks back at me with clear annoyance before attempting to drag me at a slightly faster rate than before.
The key word here is attempt because I dig in my heels and cling to the ragged stone walls. I get that this might've been a childish thing to do, but I saw it as a way of holding onto my past life.
She growls before dragging me further, and I marvel at the strength she holds in her scrawny body, before I realize that- if I don't let go of the walls- my hands will get shredded to bloody ribbons, and I'll be dragged along anyways.
I let go of the wall, and grudgingly attempt to keep pace with the girl's short, precise, strides.
The girl makes an approving noise in the back of her throat, and I feel slightly stupid for trying to resist. She's obviously not going to let me return, even if I ask nicely. She isn't the type of person who would comply if a person asked her nicely to do something.
The light becomes stronger, and I squint at the sudden brightness, but the girl seems to have no problem seeing where she's going. Then I see where she is taking me, and my jaw drops.
The girl looks back, and chuckles at my surprise. I blush a bit, then I feel a new wave of energy flood my weary muscles, and I start dragging her towards this regular heaven on Earth.
Its full of rolling fields of the greenest grass that could possibly exist in this dimension, and the sky is a wonderfully clear shade of blue. Small buildings rise from the soil as though they have been planted, and small puffs of smoke occasionally pop out of the cobblestone chimneys. The landscape is a welcome change to the smoky, forbidding land of buildings and rubble that we've just left.