clean

two;

"Anette?"

I moan but don't open my eyes.

"Anette."

Something nudges my foot. I pry my eyes open.

A shadow is standing above me, a person-shaped hole in the night sky.

"Anette, is that you?"

The shadow kneels next to me and carefully brushes my dark hair away from my face.

"Let me help you up."

He doesn't wait for a response. His hands grip my shoulders and lift me off the ground. I fall when my feet are flat on the damp grass and he catches me.

He picks me up in his arms like a child; I rest my head on his chest. 

"Where do you live?"

"I can't..."

My voice is detactched from my body; belongs to someone else, someone unbroken. Belongs to the past me. The me who isn't me anymore. 

"Who are you?"