Who is this girl, and why is she stranded in the middle of nowhere?
I woke up disoriented. I was cold, shivering in my loose t-shirt and shorts. It was dark here. Dark enough that I couldn’t see my own hands in front of me. No lights seemed to be present, and no people or civilization seemed close. I was lost, exposed, in a place I wasn’t accustomed to. I tried to stand, and lost my balance collapsing back onto the cold hard concrete. I was on concrete, so maybe I wasn’t so lost after all? I couldn’t see anything, but I heard a distant thumping sound. Almost like it was getting closer.
The thumping stopped. Now it was eerily silent again as I tried to stand up, this time successful. I was barefoot, the cold eating away at my toes. I had to get out of here. “Hello?”, I called out, noticing my voice was raspy and dry, as if I hadn’t drunk water in awhile. There was no reply, instead the thumping started again. This time it seemed as if it was right in front of me.
”BLING”, a high pitched sound erupted from right beside me. At the same time I felt a sharp pain in my left shoulder, almost like I was being tazed? I collapsed to the ground, and then everything went black.
It isn't safe here.
Blinding light, hushed voices, the hospital smell. I think I was in a hospital, but I couldn’t tell. My eyes fought to stay open, but couldn’t. “Hey can you hear me? Can you hear me?”, I heard someone’s voice but it seemed distant, like it was close but far away at the same time. Then all of a sudden my eyes opened. I was in a hospital bed. A very concerned looking woman was standing in front me, whom I could only assume was a doctor. “Yes, I can hear you”, I faintly replied as I struggled to sit up. “No, no, no, don't sit up quite yet, you need your rest", she said. I obliged and sighed as I asked, ”What happened to me?” “It seems as if you’ve been in some sort of accident. You’ve had head trauma and your left shoulder is bruised, but with some nice rest you’ll be just fine". I nodded my head, which I soon regretted, I had a massive headache. “We can call your parents if you’d like, what’s their number?”, the doctor asked. “Oh yeah sure it’s…...um it’s...I….I can’t remember”. I was flabbergasted at the fact that I couldn’t remember much of anything. Wait, what was my name again? How old am I? Who am I?? I began to panic. ”Now, now, don’t panic I’m sure your memories will return to you as soon as you just get some rest”. The doctor seemed to know what she was talking about, but I wasn't so sure, what if my memories never came back! That was the last thing I remember thinking before I went back to sleep. When I woke up the doctor was gone. I sat up, and the first thing I noticed were the blue walls of my hospital room. It was a wonderfully vibrant blue surrounded by bright clouds, and I almost forgot why I was here. Then reality kicked it, I had to get out of here. I had to go home. If I even had a home. To the far left corner of the room, I noticed the clothes I had been wearing the night of my “accident”, and I quickly changed out of my hospital gown, and put them on. I noticed a mirror that was on the bed-side table, and I picked it up. I had light brown skin, and curly light brown hair, and I realized that I didn’t even know who this person was anymore. And that’s when things got weird. As I was staring in my reflection, suddenly it disappeared. My reflection was no longer staring back at me. I gasped in astonishment, dropping the mirror in the process. It shattered to a million pieces at my feet. Now my question wasn’t who am I, it was what am I?
I ran out of the hospital room, still dazed by what had just happened. I turned and saw an exit sign above a pair of double doors. I dashed toward it pushing the doors open, immediately I was greeted with warm fresh air. It smelled amazing, or maybe it was just better than the hospital smell? Either way, it felt heavenly. I quickly turned around to see if anyone was coming after me. Nope. So I started running, I didn’t know where I was going, or how far. All I knew was that I had to get out of here. About 30 minutes later of non-stop running, I stopped to catch my breath. I wiped my brow and prepared to keep running again, when I heard the screech of tires. A shiny black hummer had stopped right in front of me. A caucasian man in an immaculate black suit stepped out of the vehicle and called out to me. ”Hey, are you Emerald Summers?”. I’m not sure how, but I somehow knew that that was my name, I just had a feeling. “Yes, that’s me”, I replied. He nodded his head and motioned for me to join him. When I looked at the man I sensed that he was a friend of mine, so I calmly walked over to the car, and got in. As we drove off, I knew everything was going to be just fine. At least I hoped it would be.