• I should have known where I was, but I didn`t. I should have known the little details like my name, and my birthday, but I didn`t. And most importantly I should have known why there was blood trickling from my head at an alarming speed.
    I slowly lifted my head off the snow covered ground, getting a feeling of vertigo. The snow underneath my head was no longer glistening white like the surrounding snow, but instead, was stained a dark and sickening crimson. There was blood matted in my hair too, turning my brunette curls sticky and dark.
    Who am I?
    Where am I?
    And why was I bleeding so badly? The air around me and the ground I laid upon were frigid. My hands were shaking, I couldn`t tell if it was because I was frightened, or because of the cold air. My teeth were chattering loudly too, I don`t know how I hadn`t noticed it before. I couldn`t think clearly enough to decide what emotion I should have been feeling at the time; all I could feel was numbness.
    I looked around, trying to make sense of my surroundings. A lot of things I hadn`t noticed started sinking in. I was on the edge of a forest. The tops of the trees were powdered in a layer of white dreams, as were the painted and rolling hills that started at the foot of the forest.
    Another thing occurred to me; I wasn`t alone. He`d been here the whole time. The boy looked just as bad as me. His face was round and familiar for some reason. It was covered in splatters of blood, and bruises that were turning a nasty purple. As I glanced at him, his look of concern faded away into relief.
    “Your okay,” he breathed.
    “What happened to me?” I asked the strange boy. My voice was no more than a whisper. I was having a hard time breathing; it hurt to breath in and out.
    “I can`t remember,” he answered.
    “Me neither,” I whispered.
    I coughed, and the boy stared wide eyed at the sticky red substance that came from my mouth. He looked weak, like he was going to pass out any second now.
    I tried sitting up, but a sensation that was breathtakingly painful shot up my spine, daring me to try again. My breathing stopped altogether for one short second, and then returned, even more painful than before.
    “I can`t move,” I gasped
    “I`ve got to get you help,” he said.
    “Don`t leave me behind,” I whimpered.
    He seemed to have a moment of indecision before he leaned forward to pick me up. I could tell he was trying not to hurt me-I was surprised he had the strength to carry me at all-, but that was impossible.
    The pain was gloriously hideous. I wanted to scream, but instead I laughed-obviously not the right response to such horrid discomfort.
    Slowly, but eventually-as the boy carried me, searching for any help whatsoever-, it became harder to stay here, here in the real world. My vision turned black, and I drifted towards a more interesting world, one full of vivid and amazing colors.