I gasped as I inhaled what seemed like my first ever breath. My eyelids were closed but I heard and felt the freezing rain drip onto my goose-bumped skin. The furious winds absorbed what little body heat I possessed as my skin turned to ice. Thunder echoed in the distance, one boom after another. Where could I be?
My eyelids remained closed with thought of what was in front of me. Someone possibly holding me captive or worse, I could be abandoned in the middle of nowhere with half my limbs gone. Granted, there was no feeling. No pain, but that doesn't rule out the thought that I might be in danger.
Slowly, my eyes fluttered open. The real world was just as dark as it was behind my eyelids. It was obvious now that I was not being held captive. There were no ropes or chains bound to me. No one was holding a knife against my throat. Nothing was here but my limp body leaning against a giant tree. Fallen trees and chaos surrounded me. The sky was brewing a nasty storm, with black clouds and furious winds. There was only myself in this pitch black forest.
Wait, me? Who's me? What's me? What's my name! Why can't I remember my name?
I realized that there was no recollection of anything. Nothing about who I was or how I got here. My memory was blank.
I pushed the idea out, temporarily, as I examined myself. With what little light provided, I first looked at my hands, all ten long and slender fingers present. Checking my legs, relief washed over me when two unbroken legs stared back at me. One, Two. They were skinny, long and with a few scratches. Slowly I examined the rest of my body, the body that I don't remember having. It was like relearning about yourself all over again. That mat of thick, brown hair covering my head and a little scar I never knew existed on my pinky finger. How could I forget everything about myself, even my own name? Why was there no memory?
Feeling woozy, I looked at my arms and realized that my right arm was bleeding. The wound didn't look deep but it was still oozing. It might be because it was so dark but as I squinted, it seemed as if my blood looked darker, almost black. No that couldn't be possible…
The sky brightened as lightning struck, making me jump. It began raining even harder than before. I must have hidden under this tree as a desperate attempt to get shelter, but my white, long T-shirt was soaked. Even drenched to the bone, I was not emotional. I did not feel panicked, but there should be panic and fear, right? All my memories have been erased and yet screams weren't filling my lungs. I should be frightened but, instead, felt eerily calm.
But now wasn't the time to worry about that. There were more important things to be concerned about like how the hell I was going to get out of here. Who knew how long I've gone without proper food and water. Without a doubt, if I stayed here, this cyclone of a storm would end my life. I needed to find that somewhere safe, now!
Slowly, my desperate legs scooted themselves underneath my body and with all my strength, pushed myself into an upright position. With the tree's aid and looking, literally, like a tree hugger, I was able to stand. My body turned toward the direction it wanted to go, which was apparently left. I let go of the supporting tree. After my first steps forward, my small success ended with failure as my body and I, crumbled to the ground.
Curse my wobbly legs! When my brain finally conjured up a plan, my legs wouldn't corporate. Failure was not an option. Even with mud all over my extremities, determination was in my veins. Trying once again, I placed my hands underneath my body and after some struggle, was finally able to stand. With so much of my energy diminished, I put what little was left into leaving this somewhat sheltered tree. Slowly, placing one foot in front of another, I gained distance. Being completely exposed to Mother Nature's wrath, within minutes, my hair was clung to my face, my teeth were chattering, and worse of all; I had no idea where to go. But those excuses were nothing to me. Even with small strides, there was distance between myself and that giant tree.
Continuing, hope rose as I slowly walked towards my destination. Which was where exactly? No damn clue. Over and over, a recording in my head repeated…Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot, left…right… Ignoring the pouring rain and the lightning knocking down trees, I kept my focus on my feet.
As time went on, it was getting harder to move. My legs were being disobedient children again, not listening to a thing I said. My heart was working overtime, begging me to stop. My lungs were pleading to stop! At this moment, I was huffing and wheezing. Moving on sheer will-power wasn't going to last forever but that couldn't stop me now! Move!
Concentration continued on my feet with the same chant on replay: Left, right, left, right, left….
But, I collapsed. My feet gave out. My heart gave out, my lungs. I gave out. Will this truly be it? Was my life going to end without there ever being a beginning? Without restarting my life or having a future. Never figuring out how I got here or who to give hell to for throwing me here!To my dismay, this storm would end my life.
Sitting on my knees, I looked up at the sky. Man, why was there so much rain? I heard tree branches snapping, the wind's fury whistling, and absolutely no signs of life. There was so much destruction to this land. My fists clenched in my lap. What have I done to deserve this…?Black spots blurred my vision; effects from my exertion crashed in waves. My eyes closed—succumbing to my fate. But, my concentration towards the crying sky broke when I heard soft footsteps. Slowly, I turned my head and was in shock at what stood before me. Seeing a pair of human feet, I looked up to a man watching me.