Alone

    Alone. I woke up alone. I have no idea where I am. I tried to open my eyes, but a bright light forced them shut. I tried again to open my eyes and saw the tops of baring trees.  Leaves coat the ground in red,yellow,orange, and brown. Suddenly an icy wind whips through the trees to envelop me. Shivering, I sit up. I look down at  myself to see why I am so cold.  My clothes are covered in blood. Is it my blood? Scared, I frantically look  all over my body to see if  I have any cuts or wounds at all. Nothing. I am completely unharmed. If it's not my blood, Then who's is it? I feel so exposed... My shorts are so short... My shirt has rips all over it leaving parts of my back,side,chest, and stomach visible. Where am I? How did I get here? I get up of the slightly damp dirt to see if I can figure out where I am. Maybe I should just pick a way and walk  until I find something. If I think hard enough maybe I can remember something to help me figure out where I am or why I am here. Now that I think about it, I can't remember anything. How old am I? What's my name? What's my favorite color? It is getting hard to breathe... I need to stay calm. Breathe in 1... 2... 3... hold 1... 2... 3... breathe out 1... 2... 3... Panicking doesn't help. Stay calm and find your way out of these woods and get some help. I start walking what I think is north. My stomach twist and turns. How long has it been since I last ate?  I must have been walking for hours, for when I stopped to catch my breath, the sun was  almost sitting on top of the trees to my left. I have to sit down. My head is spinning. My stomach and legs feels like there is a million little needles going into them. I feel so sleepy. I don't want to move forward. It would be so easy to just lay down and slip into nothing. No. I have to get out of here. I need to get out before darkness falls. Slowly, I stand up and brush off the dirt and push forward. Darkness is slowly creeping up on me. The sun is behind the trees now and I am losing hope of ever getting out. I trip and stumble on the hidden roots and broken branches that litter the ground.  My vision is blurring and it's darker now, I can't see but a few steps ahead of me. Suddenly, I fall and hit something hard and rough. My legs and palms burn and sting from the bits of rocks and dirt in them. I don't have the strength to move when I hear a car coming towards me. Laying there on the cold, hard asphalt I close my eyes and prepare to let go. But the car never hits me. A young man gets out of the car and rushes over to me. Frantically he asks me if I am okay. The only thing I can get out is, "help me".