WONDERING ➭ THE 100

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⇢ three years ago.
the ground.

    She inhales sharply, taking in a breath of cool fresh air.

   She can feel the sun on her face, tugging on her eyelids with a plea for them to open. There's an itchy sensation all around her body; like something was tickling her exposed skin. Abruptly, she snaps her eyes open; the harsh light from the sun glaring down at her. She lets out a low groan, closing her eyes again. Her breathing becomes rapid as she realized one thing; she had no idea where she was.

   More importantly, who she was.

    The girl lays on her back, eyes closed. She clings to fleeting fragments of memories, grasping for a sense of identity that seems just out of reach. Fear and confusion intertwine, as she desperately hopes for a moment of clarity to guide her back to the person she used to be. Now determined, and slower this time, her eyes cracked open, and a vibrantly green world revealed itself to her. She blinked a few times, adjusting to the light, and sat up straight. The tickling she felt on her neck was grass, and she was laying in the middle of a clearing. Lush deep green trees surrounded her, engulfing her in the forest. Turning her head slowly around, she found she was completely alone.

      There was a small brown pack laid beside her, no larger than the width of her back. She picked it up tenderly, inspecting it carefully.  She touched it as if it was going to explode right then in her hands. It only had one zipper and two thick straps for her shoulders. She unzipped it and pulled out a large water bottle. It was metal and had two small holes in the top for drinking. Underneath was a jacket, a black heavy, thick jacket.

     Unfortunately, there was no way of telling who she was. There weren't any pictures in the bag or names written on the items. The taste of familiarity was bittersweet. There was no recollection of a family, no identity of her own self. She remembered the basic things; names of things, basic bodily functions, but that was the extent of her limited knowledge.

     She tried– desperately for anything else she could hold onto; but her attempts failed. And she had no reason for hope.

     Frustrated, she shoved the things back into the pack; and stood on her feet. She wobbled as she stood, giving her the intel that she had been laying alone for some time. She slung the backpack over her shoulders, her hands gripping the straps, and her eyes traced over each, and every tree and bush. Once she regained her balance, she blindly moved through the forest; her fingertips reaching out and brushing against the damp leaves. The forest welcomed her like she was meant to be there.

        And then, she started running.

       She sprinted as fast as she could, somehow not stumbling over the knocked-over trees and stumps on the ground jumping over any branches or rocks. The wind blew around her, long blonde hair trailing behind her. A smile graced her lips, and she couldn't help but let the girlish giggle escape. And she thought, this, this was freedom.

        The edge of a cliff made her come to a stuttering stop, dirt and small rocks flew off the edge and splattered into the water below. She retracted, falling on her bottom and scooting as far back as she possibly could. Her chest rose with each rapid breath, and she swallowed thickly. Her throat was dry, scratching relentlessly at her attempt to swallow down her fear back down where it settled an uneasy feeling in her stomach. She felt as though her stomach had gone over the cliff without her.