Lost

One.

I woke up with my head pounding. The second thing I felt was how cold I was. I tried to move, but my body ached and felt weighted. Still, I forced myself to at least sit and when I did, my eyes widened. Where the hell did this dress come from? It was pink and ruffled, and the train... whoa. It could almost give Princess Diana's wedding dress a run for its money. No wonder my body felt so heavy. The layers upon layers of tulle were extremely restricting. Also, not something I would normally find myself wearing.

My surroundings only added to my confusion as I stood. The woods were thick, but far from dark. The dirt beneath my feet–bare feet, but the most extra dress I've ever worn–wet and cold. It was definitely beautiful, and almost magical, but I was also starting to feel terrified. The only thing I knew for sure: I'm totally lost. I don't recognize this place. At all. It's not sparking anything in me. I can't remember how I got here, and my head only pounds harder when I try to remember what happened yesterday. If that wasn't bad enough, I couldn't remember much beyond that either. The last five years? A complete and total blur.

The panic I felt since waking up was reaching its crescendo and I slumped against the nearest tree. My breaths turned shallow, the world around me spinning. I finally had to lower myself back to the ground because I couldn't stand any longer. My head fell to my hands as I tried to calm myself down, but it was starting to feel impossible. I think hours had passed judging by the sun lowering in the sky before I could breathe normally again.

I need to think about this rationally.

First, no idea where I am, aside from the woods and its giving me major north-west vibes. Maybe I'm in Washington?

Second, I need to start walking somewhere. I don't care which direction, I just need to pick one. They'll all lead somewhere right? They have to.

Unless I'm dead, in which case, none of this really matters.

Okay... pushing that thought to the back of my mind, I started walking west. If I'm right and I'm in Washington, I  should eventually hit ocean. Please god let me hit ocean. Let me hit something.

Still have no fucking idea what the dress is about though, so I'm going to ignore that altogether.

I gathered the tulle in my arms and started walking. It felt like I'd barely just begun when I heard something in the distance. It was definitely promising, so I kept going and even picked up the pace a little. Fingers crossed it won't be the axe murderer I keep imagining it to be. It would be just my luck for this all to be some twisted game a psychopath is playing with me.

Admittedly, those thoughts made me slow my steps a little. Not like it mattered though, because the noises I kept hearing were steadily getting louder. There was just enough sun left for me to see a strange silhouette coming towards me. Instinctively, I backed against the tree, hoping that I get to see them before they saw me. Unfortunately, no such luck. As soon as they were in front of the tree I was using as cover, they stopped and climbed off of what turned out to be a horse. I'm blaming it on the dress. It's hard to hide a massive ball gown behind anything.

A hood shielded their face from view, and I felt a little more of the panic rising to the surface once again. Very quickly though, way faster than I would have expected, they lowered their hood and stepped closer.  I could now see it was a man, dressed in clothes that looked far too out of date, but seemed to fit very much with what I was wearing.

"Hello? My name is Prince Grant Fitzgerald of Matin. Could I be of some assistance?"

What kind of sick Disney fuckery is this? I mean seriously, he must be a freak if this is how he's choosing to mess with me before he kills me.