I don't know who I am. I don't know where I am. I don't know what happened to me. The only thing I do know is the fact that I woke up in a small room to the sound of someone trying to break the door down. This is the story about how I learn the true reasons of becoming lost in my own world. I learned to love. I hoped for safety. I lost my way. I trusted nobody.


5. Caught

After staying still for a few moments, I knew it would be safe to leave this little space inside the tree trunk. Pulling myself over to the entrance, I notice there was still a few drops of blood on the leaves a few feet away from me. Heaving myself up and out of the hole, I pray silently for no one could see me so I could have a clear run to the nearest Town or Village.

Once I got to my feet, I remember I had ran bare feet to here and was about to do it again to wherever I was going. Cursing under my breath, I look around to try and remember the path I had used to get here. I didn't want to be going back the way I came, so it's easier if I find out where I came from so I can continue going in that direction.

The sound of a twig snapping made me snap my head around. Standing there was the blonde haired boy who had taken the wolf from his pain to wherever it was he went to. His eyes were studying every inch of my body as though I was his new toy and not a teenage girl. I took in every inch of what he was wearing, which wasn't very much. He only wore a pair of convertible trousers that could be changed into shorts, a pair of hiking boots, plain dark green shirt and a bow and arrows tied to his back.

"Sierra?" He spoke so quiet, you'd have thought he was talking to himself. "Kaitlyn, is that you?"

"Uh..." Was I Kaitlyn Sierra? I think so. After all, the name sprung to mind when I was running away and the wolf could smell me in the air even though I was the only girl around for miles. "Yeah... who are you?"

"Don't you remember me?" He took a few steps closer to me, raising his hand to my cheek. At first, I thought he was going to hit me, but I was wrong. He was actually stroking my surprisingly smooth cheek. Placing my frail hand over his, I looked up into his mysterious eyes. "It's me, Zack."

"Zack." I repeat, trying to recall any memories of me meeting or spending any time with him. Just like before, nothing showed. Pulling myself away, I looked at him as though he was what he was to me. A Stranger. "Sorry, but, I don't know you."

"You have to remember." He got closer, making me take larger steps backwards until I hit a tree. Great, not I was trapped between a rotting tree and a very cute boy who was trying to intimidate me into remembering him. "We did everything together. School. Work. Hunting. Family meals. Everything."

"Did you say hunting?" I raise my brow with my inquiry. I'm pretty sure I'm not the type of girl who hunts, let alone hang out with Zack.

"Yeah, we did it all the time." He put his arm over his shoulder to grab an arrow. Once he secured that in his grasp, he moved his attention to adjusting the bow. After putting them both in one hand, he held the bow and arrow out to me. I looked at him as though he was stupid, but he just smiled and raised them slightly in a gesture for me to take them. "Go on, have a try."

"Are you sure?" I checked, taking the bow and arrow from his grip. He nodded in confirmation, allowing me to get the bow and arrow into position. Looking around, I decide to aim for the bird sitting in the tree, watching something else in the distance. I really hope this isn't for nothing. Letting go of the arrow, my eyes light up. Slicing through the air, I held my breath watching the arrow barrel into the bird. On hit, the bird let out one piercing chirp before falling to the ground below.

"Nice shot." Zack took the bow from my hands as he congratulated me. "I didn't think you'd get something that small yet. Especially because you wasn't using your bow and arrow, you usually have problems with mine."

"Thanks." I murmur, stepping to the side so I could get away from him. Shooting that arrow felt natural to me. I didn't realize I would be that good. Since when did I have a hunting background? Obviously before I lost my memory. "I um... I have to go."

"ZACK!" Austen came storming up to us, in human form. He was wearing the exact same items of clothing as he did when he was in the house. "Where did you find Kaitlyn?!"

"She was here all along." Zack pointed at me. "What's wrong Austen?"

"She's supposed to be in the house!" Austen grabbed my arm, dragging me back in the direction I had come. "Not playing huntress with people like you!"

"Ouch!" I sigh in pain as my feet stumbled over a tree stump. Putting my arms out in front of me, I try yet again to break my fall. At the last second, something altered my landing as the sound of a whistle filled my ears yet again. Make it stop! Make it stop! MAKE IT STOP! Why won't it stop?!

Well, well, well! The sound of laughter filled my eyes as my sight of the forest was replaced with pure black. If it isn't our little prisoner. Why did you escape? You know we'll always find you in the end. No matter how far you run... The voice faded and I tried my best to bring reality back to my eyes. Something banged, and I could feel myself drifting away into nothing once again.

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