Who Am I?

Your memory is gone and you have no idea how you ended up here. It's just something that happened. Your head is pounding with the beat of your heart as you step out from the confines of the small shack and into the blinding green forest around you. The middle of nowhere can be a delight to others but it's a fright to you.


2. Stranger

The door to the small rotting shack opens with an obnoxious creek. I brace myself for the outside world but find that I'm in the middle of the forest. A very peaceful forest with plenty of trees, bushes, flowers and wildlife. The sun peaks through the tree tops casting shadows along the forest floor.

In a pine tree to my right a small squirrel scurries up the tree, stopping midway to study me. I take a small step towards it, keeping my arms wrapped around my body. The squirrel tilts its head to the left eyes trained on me. My hand automatically stretches towards the squirrel. Part of me expects it to either bite me or run up the tree. The other part expects it to actually let me touch it.

As my hand is inches away from the squirrel, something shoots from the trees, pinning it against the trunk. My hand covers my mouth stifling a sob as I see the arrow protruding from the squirrel's mid-section. Blood streams down the trunk and the squirrel hangs lifeless around the arrow. I've never seen something so grotesque and if I have, I don't remember.

"I didn't expect to see anyone out here." The voice causes me to whirl around and wrap my arms around my body. My heart pounds in my chest and my breathing is erratic.

"Wh-Who are you?" I stutter, my own voice shocking me. I didn't expect to sound this way, so high pitched and innocent. So vulnerable and confused.

"Blane Mitchell." He says with confidence. Then he does something completely unexpected. He fists his hand over his heart, putting his bow behind his back and bows. I stare at him, mesmerized by his charm and his beauty. I've never seen a man so beautiful in my entire life or at least I think.

"And who might you be?" He asks me. I chew the inside of my cheek, pulling my sleeve over my hand, "I don't know." I mumble. His brows pull together in confusion and his eyes study me, "What do you mean?"

"I don't remember." I tell him. He takes a step forward causing me to step back. He slowly sets his bow to forest floor, eyes on me. Then, he raises his hands in surrender, "I'm not going to hurt you. I promise."

He moves towards me and I hold still, holding my breath to keep from panicking. He's only a few inches from me when he reaches out and touches my face. He pushes hair behind my ears and I can tell he has spotted the bruise just by his expression. I breathe in his scent, smelling of pine trees and some sort of cologne. His scent is intoxicating.

"Do you remember how you got that bruise?" He asks, bringing me back to reality. I shake my head which is painful but I don't dare speak.

"Do you even know how you got here?" He asks. I shake my head, once again. Sighing, he moves back a step and abruptly takes my hand. I pull it away, quickly. His eyes scan my face, "Look I need you to come with me. You will not be able to get out of here with no shoes and just an oversized t-shirt. Besides that shack isn't a healthy place for you to stay in."

My eyes drift back to the rotting shack then back to him. I stretch my hand out and a smirk applies to his face as he takes it in his own. He doesn't take me in the direction of the bow like I thought he would. Instead he takes me in the direction of the dead squirrel, releasing my hand and removing the arrow. The squirrel drops but he catches it with ease before it can touch the forest floor. Removing a rope from this pocket, he lines it through the hole in the squirrel, the ties the rope to his waist. I stare at him in disbelief. He laughs and I swear it's the most heavenly noise.

"A man has to eat." He tells me with a smirk playing on his lips. I raise an eyebrow, causing him to laugh again. He takes my hand and guides me back to his bow, removing it from it's spot on the forest floor. I stay quiet as he guides me down a small path made for one. I trail behind him, careful to watch my step. Blane goes exceptionally slow due to my bare feet and carefully pushes back branches for me as we walk down the narrow path. I'm scared to speak, not because I'm with a total stranger. Because my voice sounds like a stranger's all on it's own.

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