This is my first FF.
Hope you like it ^^
And always leave clerks there ^^
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I woke up, but I still closed my eyes and focused on the pain in the back of my head. At that moment it was the most important and only thing that I could concentrate on for me. I lifted my head slightly, touched my hair and realized that my hand was suddenly wet. I tried to open my eyes quickly, but was blinded by very bright light. What was going on here? I thought to myself. I lay down with my hand on my head and slowly tried to open my eyes again, leaving them open despite the bright light. I didn't have to wait long, because the bright white turned into a rich green after a while and I could see the outlines of trees. From underneath. So I lay on my back. I put my hand over my face. It was still wet, but I couldn't see any blood. That calmed me down a little.
Getting up was out of the question for me at first, as I would definitely feel sick. So I lay there and thought about where I could be. I carefully turned my head first to the right, then to the left. It was only green and brown around me. So logically I was in a forest, I thought to myself.
But what happened? I searched my head for memories, but my breath caught. I concentrated hard and tried to find something in my head, but I kept seeing darkness, just darkness. I started to panic, which after a while turned into real fear. No matter how hard I tried, how hard I concentrated, I couldn't remember anything. No names, no faces, no places, not even me. Not even to me!
I tried to turn around quickly and got on all fours. I was breathing hard, but at the moment I didn't care. I tried to get up and clawed a tree, but fell again.My hand taut over the rough surface and my hand felt very weird. I looked straight ahead and saw a small puddle. I was very thirsty, but I didn't care. I ran as fast as you can on my knees to that little patch of water and looked in. I didn't know what to expect. I didn't know what to expect either, but someone was actually waiting.
A girl looked at me from the puddle. Her skin was pale, her hair long and brown. What I quickly noticed was that her brown eyes glowed strangely blue. I reached out my hand to touch her. I could have asked her so many things. Where I was, who I was and what I was doing here. But my hopes were quickly dashed, because when I touched the water, the image blurred and I withdrew my hand.
Only then did I understand what had been clear the whole time: I was this girl!
I took a deep breath as I was holding it all the time because of tension. I was terribly confused and tried to sort out the little thoughts I was having. So I didn't know anything anymore, I was alone in some forest and was afraid of my own reflection in the mirror. Not exactly encouraging. Tears welled up in my eyes and I let them run because I really needed the crying.
As I sank quietly into self-pity, I heard loud dog barks behind me, which strangely got louder and louder. I turned and narrowed my eyes, hopefully to be able to see better, because wherever there were dogs, there were people. I was saved I thought to myself.
A dog appeared from behind the trees. As fast as a shot from a pistol, he ran straight towards me. I sat down, but panicked a bit. And not in vain, because the dog started running, jumped on me with all his strength and began to lick my face while he continued to bark happily."No! Stop! Don't!" I shouted and tried to push the dog away from me, but no chance. At the same moment I was frightened. My voice seemed so strange to me. So funny squeaky. Maybe it was also because I was very scared of the dog.
"Strike, you miserable mutt, come here right now!" I heard a boy's voice call out. Immediately the dog jumped off me and ran back behind the trees.
Since I didn't know if the dog was coming back, I used the time and sat up and supported myself on the floor as tightly as possible. I already saw the dog coming, but with the rear part forward. He held a piece of cloth in his teeth. I immediately noticed that he had not torn off the fabric, but that the owner was still hanging on, because the dog was tugging on a boy's pant leg.
"What's the matter with you? Didn't I tell you to ..." he stopped because, while he was speaking, he lifted his head and saw me sitting there. Apparently the dog wanted to show him that: Me! I blushed quickly, although I didn't even know why. Interested, the boy came up to me and crouched down in front of me. He had dark blonde, or rather golden, disheveled hair and beautiful green eyes. His skin was very, very pale, almost snow-white. He looked at me interestedly and a smile spread across his face. He looked me up and down and his gaze stopped on my left hand.
"Have you hurt yourself?" He asked me.
“W-What?” Wasn't exactly the best answer, but what should I have answered if I hadn't really caught the question.
"Your hand. It's bleeding," he said. He took it, which I had no objection to, but when he lightly touched my skin, his gaze changed drastically. He looked startled and thoughtful, which worried me. Did i bleed? Couldn't he see blood? I hoped he wouldn't panic and run away because I needed his help to get out of here.His touch was warm, which was not expected, and it had a calming effect on me. I looked at his face and waited to see what he would do.
Fortunately, it didn't look like he was going to run away in panic. He took my hand up and looked thoughtfully at the palm, but I noticed that at that moment he was thinking of something else. I looked closely at his face, his eyes and tried to make sense of his facial expressions and to guess his thoughts. I was really bleeding because even from the back of my hand I could see the red on the edges of my hand. I probably scratched the tree I was trying to hold on to earlier.
"The wound isn't bad, but it's bleeding a lot," he said calmly. "Come on. I'll help you out of here!" He got up and pulled me up by my right arm, which he was still holding in his hand. He practically dragged me upstairs, but I hadn't regained my strength and was shaking. When he noticed, he wrapped his arm around my waist and suddenly I felt a lot more secure and stable. It felt a bit uncomfortable, but it didn't bother me too much. The main thing is that I was no longer alone. The dog, or rather Strike, barked happily and kept running around us.
"I'm Kyle by the way," the boy introduced himself politely. I looked into his face and saw that he was smiling at me. There was something secure, something warm about his smile, which calmed me down a little in this situation. Step by step he helped me through the wet forest floor until we finally had the forest and the trees behind us. I screwed up my eyes as the sun was strong and blinded me terribly. We stood in a kind of semicircular meadow that bordered a street and there was a house on the street. The meadow wasn't big, which was why we were at the house in seconds. We circled the house and went in through the main entrance.I didn't look at the house at that moment because it didn't seem very important to me.
As we went inside, Kyle closed the door behind us without letting go of me and I dared to look around a bit. We were probably in the living room, because in front of me there was a large, brown sofa and two small black armchairs, which you could tell at first glance that they did not belong to the sofa and were something newer. All three were pointed at the big TV. There was a large carpet on the floor and the walls were light gray. They probably used to be white.
Kyle put me down on the sofa and disappeared with the words:
"I'll be right back! Feel at home!"
I heard Kyle run up the stairs. Strike used the time and jumped onto my lap. If it hadn't been for him, I would have probably been in a total panic. Afraid of being alone. Afraid of not having anyone around
The dog howled. He didn't like the fact that I looked long at all. I gently stroked his fur with my clean hand, which he seemed to like very much. Strike probably wasn't a purebred dog because there was nothing special about him. He looked like a normal, brown-haired stray dog. He lay down on my lap and fell asleep with a slight snore, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
It all happened too quickly for me. I had just woken up in a forest and did not know who I was, and already I was sitting on an old sofa and did not know what was in store for me.
Before I could panic, Kyle reappeared with a pack of band-aids. He calmly took my hand, crouched down in front of me again and looked at it carefully. Then he got up and went away again. I heard water running, but I didn't dare to turn around. He came back quickly with a wet towel.He gently rubbed the wound with the cloth. The water was cold and I tried to pull my hand away as it hurt, but Kyle held the hand tightly in his and just smiled at my reaction. It was pretty quiet and none of us dared to break the silence and that was fine with me, because I didn't feel like talking and hearing my voice again. That would be just too confusing.
Kyle put away the blood-soaked cloth and carefully put a large piece of plaster on the wound.
"Are you tired?" He asked softly and smiled at me. Before I could answer, he pushed Strike off my lap and pulled me upstairs. He pulled me up the stairs behind him and then opened the second door. The room we entered was bright through the large window and the light, light blue walls. The room wasn't big and there was only a bed, a wardrobe, a large mirror and a table with an old chair in it. While I was looking around the room, Kyle opened the closet, took out a few things, and handed them to me.
"I'll go out briefly. You can change your clothes as long as you like. The things are a bit big, I hope you won't mind!" He said and left the room with a smile.
With the things in my arms, I stood in front of the mirror and looked at