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.


1. Suffering

I awoke to the sound of banging on the door. My eyes shoot open in shock, staring at the door that was locked shut. I tried to pull my head up from the floor, but my whole body reeked in pain. What happened? What did I do to make my body disagree with any movement or thought I brought up? My head felt like there was a ball bouncing around inside of it, never showing any signs of promise to stop.

"Is anybody in there?!" What sounded like a young male continued to kick the door. I wish he would stop! Or they. Whoever was out there! I pulled myself up the wall as best I can. Trying my best to ignore the pain was the worst thing I could have possibly done. By the time I was just about to stand on my feet, another shooting pain made me scream and fall back down. My hands failed to break my fall.

"I know you're in there!" The male called through the door. I heard some scuffling as some more people had joined him. How did I get here in the first place? And another thing, who the heck am I?! Yes, that's right. I don't have a clue who I am. Forming memories in my mind didn't work, so I'm just going to have to go with the flow of things for now.

"On three!" I heard a rustic voice call the other men to order. "One... two... three!"

With that, the door came crashing down, I tried my best to dodge the door as it nearly hit my painfully weak legs. Several figures came rushing in, but the one that caught my eye was the one who stood in the doorway. His eyes aghast with the sight of me. My lips were moving, but no words were forming as I desperately wanted to know where I was.

"Don't worry, miss, we will get you out of here as quick as we can." I winced in pain as two of the men picked me up by my arms. To me, it felt like they were thrusting me out of the room ferociously, but they had to have been carrying me gently. Surely the slightest touch couldn't produce this much feeling in just one emotion. I guess I was wrong. I'm still wondering how on earth I managed to get into that little shack and how I acquired myself into this kind of situation.

Before I could answer any of my own questions, I could feel myself drifting away. My vision blurred as different faces were looking down at me sympathetically. Why were they giving me looks that inquired what happened to me? All feeling in my body calmed down to a soft hum. The last thing I remember before falling into a deep slumber was the young male asking the one question I'd like to know the answer to.

"Who is she?"

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