Finding Myself Again

Chapter 1

Ugh what's happening to me, I think. I'm curled up on the ground somewhere. It's hard and my back is aching. How long have I been laying here? Wait, how the hell did I even get here!?

I roll over to stretch, hoping I only fell out of bed at home. Then it hits me, I don't even remember having a bed, or a home, or a family. What's my name? Do I have one? How old am I? I need to know.

I stretch out and realize, it's wet here, really warm and wet. It's definitely not water. I slowly sit up with my arms straight out beside me. I still have my eyes closed, so I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and open them, slowly looking down at my palms.

I look at them more closely and breathed in uneven breaths.

Red. My hands are stained red. I look down at my sides. Just more red, everywhere. I am siting in a room of red liquid, and I had been laying in it.

I get on my knees and wrap my arms around myself. I stare down into the mass puddle of glimmering crimson, at my uneven reflection.

I close my eyes and try to make myself believe that this isn't real at all, I don't cry. I start shaking, and I'm scared, really scared.

I don't remember anything about myself, my life, my family, or my past. Clearly I must have a family somewhere, right?

I stand up and make a full circle. All the red liquid is gone. I redo another full circle to be sure, but something is new.

The whole room had changed from a dark, gloomy box into a child's room. Light and cheerful, but broken and cracked as the walls looked like they were about to fall apart.

And something horrifying had been added to the room.

I wipe my hair back behind one ear with a shaking hand and walk forward a few nervous, unsteady steps.

Hanging right in front of me is a young, frail, porcelain looking girl.

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