Separated from what I knew (jjbaxrwby)

Chapter 3

"English"=Normal Text

"Italian"=Italics

'Thoughts'=Italics

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This grass is scratchy.

I sit up immediately after waking up and touched my face to make sure there wasn't a rash. Lucky there wasn't, so I can breathe easy now.

Looking around, I find that I'm in a small patch of grass surrounded by a wall of trees. From their yellow leaves falling down, I could see that it was fall. Fall? It's summer, isn't it? I, I, I-

'What happened? There isn't a place like this anywhere in-'

At that moment, I remember everything after seeing a squirrel running away with a leaf.

"God DAMMIT!" I yelled, pounding my fists into the dry soil "That STUPID SQUIRREL teleported me HERE! IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE!!!" With a final pound, I try to calm down.

'Breathe in....and out....breathe in....and then breathe out....'

While my worries didn't completely disappear, at least I was past the stage of going on a temper tantrum and wasting my energy. However, that squirrel was certainly planning something of some sort.

'Or maybe...this is all for his own personal enjoyment? If that's the case, what a sick bastard...'

Regardless, it's clear that I'm stuck in this...situation. I'm probably somewhere else. Another country even. How is that possible? I've yet to figure that out, but my worries right now are getting out of here. Plus, if I'm that unfortunate, I'll have to worry about food. I do see some clovers growing, so I can just dig them up and eat the roots, maybe I can roast them over a fire if I can start one. Water though will be quite a problem. I do know that I'll be able to go on for at least three days, but then I'll die of dehydration. Unlike Katniss, I don't exactly have a way of purifying water either.

"Well, no use worrying now I guess." I sighed and ruffled my hair a little bit, easing the slight itch in my scalp "I should've washed my hair yesterday...fuck that squirrel" I decide to turn to my bag and look through it- turns out I might not be so unlucky after all. I had forgotten I bought a bottle of soda (I think I was planning on hiding it until we got some rain- it was the time of year where we would get at least one summer shower) and I had half a donut eaten and wrapped up in napkins as well as a granola bar.

With food taken care of, I rip off a small chunk of the granola bar and put the rest back in my bag.

"A little bit of oats, almonds, and sugar should help me get a little bit more optimistic. Still, I'll have to plan on how I might ration my soda just in case...and while it will still hydrate me, American soda isn't the best drink. Only god knows how much sugar is really put in them..."

'Still, only having a few every so often isn't THAT unhealthy.'

That, however, also raised my awareness a bit.

Because I saw my dollars turn replaced by Italian lira.

Confused, I closely examined the bills. No doubt they were lira.

'Shouldn't it be Euros? If I'm not completely dumb, Italy is part of the European Union. So why...?'

I dismiss the thoughts, as much as I loathe to do. However, those were things that I could think over later.

I get up and walk through the trees. It was morning, as the birds were starting to chirp and the shine of light through the cracks of the oranging leaves gave it a distinct morning feel to it. If I wasn't in some random place that was either in a different time or season, I might've run around just for the fun of it. Sucks to be me.

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Nothing, nothing, and nothing. Just trees.

'It looks like I really am in the middle of nowhere. Isn't that just great?'

I must've been walking for at least three to four hours about now, and I'm quite exhausted. It doesn't help that I haven't found anything either.

However, I do find a little stream, nothing much, but it'll be a nice place to just sit down. I make myself comfortable on a good-sized rock and finished up my granola bar, and drank a little bit of soda.

I was rested enough, but I found myself lacking the motivation to go looking again. My feet hurt, and I've found nothing. Nothing!

"Ughhh.....fuck me! Gods hope this is nothing but a dream! ...obviously it isn't..." I paused when I heard some voices in the distance. For what reason could some guys be here?

While it would be nice to hear what they were saying, I think it's best if I leave. Sure, maybe they could help me but...you never know. So I get up and get all my stuff and hop to the other side of the stream.

Despite just telling myself I wouldn't listen to what they were saying, I heard them speaking Italian.

'Italian? God knows how long it's been since I've heard or used it....but if there are guys speaking Italian, it's safe to assume I'm in Italy...oh gods.'

I didn't hear everything they said, but it was something along the lines of 'We need to find this' and whatever thing they need I couldn't care anymore about. I care about getting the hell out of here.

Thanks to those guys, I felt much more motivated to hike again, since obviously if there were other people here, that meant that there was sure to be a way out of this hellhole. It could also mean this was a hiking park of some sort- but I can't be too careful. Gods know if their here for another reason. Unsavory ones, most likely.

'Well, whatever. I know I can get help from them, but it'd be best to stay on my toes and not take any risks. I pray to some god that this isn't some private land. Though those guys tell me otherwise, so I guess I really am either in a park or the middle of nowhere. Then again, those guys DID say they were looking for something, at least I think...'

A few hours passed, and I was nearing the sound of cars. Judging by the position of the sun, I'd say it would be about one to three in the afternoon. Thank god...

I hurried when I saw a trail and a sign, along with people walking and chatting amongst themselves.

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Soon enough, at night, I was in a city, walking along the brick sidewalks. Hopefully, I don't stick out too much. That would be very problematic.

Still, at least I was lucky enough to find civilization in a place so isolated it made me think I was in the middle of nowhere.

Despite finding civilization, I was now stuck with another dilemma and a mystery that had been at the back of my mind.

The dilemma? Easy. Looking for a way to afford housing, food, etc. I doubt I'll have an easy time finding a job. I'm not too sure how they work, but just to be safe, I think it would be best to have some form of ID if I'm looking for a job. Even if I did, it doesn't help that access to a shower would be a hindrance. Then again, if I can find the money, I can rent a hotel room or something like that.

The mystery though? Well, that's obvious. I would very much like to know where I am. Well, I know I'm in a place like Italy. Naples specifically, since everyone is speaking the dialect. Mama and Papa were from here, so I was taught the dialect, though I am also quite rusty with it.

If I was in another country, then why was it fall? To my knowledge, Italy and America have no differences when it comes to which seasons it is at a certain time. Italy shouldn't be in fall, it should be summer like it was back home. It was July, at least back at home, so I should be dying from the heat.

If it weren't for the number of people walking on the streets, I would've screamed, then slowly crumple into a ball crying.