𝟎𝟏. 𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫
"HELP," I mumbled, my voice hushed as it was suddenly strained. My eyes felt heavy along with the rest of my body, feeling like weights were placed on top of me. I groaned as I forced myself to roll over, though my face quickly landed on something damp causing my eyes to shoot open. I felt frozen as I looked ahead in the night at tall trees and dirts that surrounded me. Where am I, I asked myself, how did I get here?
I rolled back over and looked up at the sky, not an ounce of light in view- not even the moon was presented above me. A snapping noise made me jump up startled, though all I saw was a deer as it ran across my viewpoint with no intention on stopping anytime soon. It was scared of something. Another crack echoed in the distance, the sounds twigs breaking coming closer to me. My body shook in fear, no idea of how to get out of this situation. I don't know where I am and I don't know if that's just another deer.
I forced myself to stand up when the noises stopped, though pain shot up my spine and to my neck, making me place my hand on the pain. My fingers immediately touched something strange, though familiar before I pulled my hand away to examine it. I couldn't see what was on them, but I could tell it wasn't water as it felt thick and was very dark as it covered my fingers. Am I bleeding?
I watched as my hands shook violently before the noises came back, though this time it was a growl- a very low, but distinct growl that caused my legs to run off before my mind could process it. I had no idea where I was going, but I was only hoping it wasn't towards the noises.
My legs ached terribly, but my mind raced with endless questions as I just wanted to get out of the woods and find help- find someone or anyone that could answer my questions. My neck throbbed in pain as I now felt blood dripping down my back, causing me to stop against a tree. My breathing went shallow, no longer having the energy to run, but I jumped at the sounds of a crash that seemed close by.
I furrowed my brows, cautiously limping towards the crash with hopes that I was making my way to a street. The closer I got, I was finally able to see the moon shine lightly, making me able to see a road coming into my view. When I finally reached it, I noticed multiple people standing in the street, staring at a deer that had ran into the front one of their cars. The deer laid limp, presumably dead since none of the people tried to help it.
I continued to stagger my way up to them, but my legs were beginning to feel like jello, "Help.." I croaked out, causing one of them to turn to me just to alert his friends, "H- Help me."
I watched as they all rushed over to me, "Stiles, call your dad." One girl stated before the guys she was talking to pulled out his phone to call.
They held me up as my legs completely gave out beneath me, "He's bleeding," Another girl announced, but quietly whispered, "Scott... look."
The guy, Scott, comes up to me to look at my wound since I could barely keep my head up, "Is he coming Stiles?"
"He's on his way," His friend, Stiles, told him, "He's also bring an ambulance."
"Let's get him to your car, Lydia," I felt as they then helped me to the car, my feet involuntarily skidding across the pavement. My eyes once again grew heavy as they placed my in the backseat of the car, though I tried to pry them open when I felt a pair of cold hands on my face, "Hey, stay awake, okay? Help is on the way."
I hummed, not able to get out a word as my body was shutting down, "Come on, just keep your eyes open a little longer alright?" My eyes fluttered open, but barely as I looked at one of the girls kneeling in front of me, "What's your name? Can you tell me your name?"
At the question, my mind went blank. What's my name? What's my name? Oh god, what's my name? "I- I don't know," I grumbled, "I don't-"
"Do you know where your from?" She asked, "Do you know what year it is?" Her questions made me begin to doubt myself. Why don't I know these questions? Why can't I answer them?
"No.." I breathed out, "I- I don't remember..." Tears began to fill my eyes, "Why can't I remember?"
"They're coming," I heard them say before the sound of sirens became louder as it came up to us.
"Hey, the ambulance is here, okay?" The girl continued to tell me and I gave a nod before letting my eyes close again, now hearing everything around me fade out as my body relaxed into the car seat.
It wouldn't be odd to feel like everything was a dream, because that seemed to be the only reasonable thing to believe. To say you found yourself in the woods bleeding with no recollection of anything that happened before you woke up made much more sens than the truth. That's what I wanted to believe until I woke up again, but this time in a hospital bed.
I groaned as my eyes tried to adjust to bright lights that were lit above me. "Good, you're awake," I quickly turned my head to see a nurse enter the room and come up to me, "I'm your nurse, Melissa. How are you feeling?"
"Like shit," I grumbled, raising my hands to rub my eyes, "How did I get here?"
"In an ambulance," She responded as she checked my vitals, "You had passed out before coming here." She then raised a flashlight to my eyes to check my pupils, "We were told that you have no memory of how you got into the woods or what your name is. Is any of that coming back to you?"
I shook my head after a moment of trying to force myself to figure it out, but something in my mind clicked, "Sawyer.." I met her eyes, my brows drawn close together, "My name is Sawyer Quinn."
She hummed, "That's good, now do you know what year it is?" I shook my head before she asked me to roll over on my side to examine my wound. "Well, it seems like you were attacked by an animal, okay? The wound wasn't too extensive in size, but it did cause a lot of bleeding, which we did manage to stop when you arrived."
I nodded, "You think that you can find out who my family is?" I asked when she left me lay back again, "Maybe search up my name or something- don't you guys have information on emergency contacts?"
"I can check for you and also bring you something to eat," She assured me, and I finally felt relaxed. Maybe my family would make me remember everything- maybe they're the key to what I'm missing. After checking my IV, she left me alone in the room, causing me to stare at the walls in silence until she returned.
The expression on her face changed completely from her last visit and it was highly noticeable as if she couldn't change it. She held concern, which made me try to sit up in the bed, "What happened? What is it?"
"So I looked in our files to find you," She breathed out, choosing her words carefully as she spoke, "And I found out that you've been reported as missing."
I nodded, "Yeah, I woke up in the middle of the wood with no idea how I got there. That makes sense."
Melissa then shook her head, "No, um," She paused to fiddle with a file that she had in her hands. She approached me and placed the folder on my lap. I furrowed my brows, opening the file to seeing a missing report as the first page. My name was written on the paper, but everything else was different. My height, my age, the clothes I was last seen in, and the most grappling thing was the picture above it all. It showed a kid at the age of 9, holding a birthday cake that said my name on it.
"What is this?" I asked her, my eyes glued to the paper in front of me.
"Sawyer," She called me and I looked up at her, "You've been missing for almost 10 years."