I get up from the ground I was apparently sleeping on. It's all such a blur. I pick the leaves out of my hair as I look to every direction known. Only trees. "Where am I?" I said aloud. Thoughts swirl my mind as I realize I'm lost. When I start to panic I become short of breathe. The air is humid, so I wasn't getting much air in the first place. I feel as if I might die. I have no wilderness experience.
I found myself wandering. It's probably not the best idea. Considering, I could get even more lost. But at this point all I can think is nothing could get worst. That, until I felt the presence of something more. It wasn't just one of those moments where you feel 'watched'. I feel it on my neck, I hear it in my ears. The heavy breathing behind me sends chills down my spine. I don't dare turn around. Without thinking, I run. That was my only instinct. I felt like I was in serious danger. I didn't know what to do.
I ran for what seemed like forever. When I finally come to a stop, I notice it's no longer day. It's almost pitch black. All I can see is my own body parts. I did get away from whatever was chasing me though. Hopefully, it doesn't come back.. I don't think I'll be able to handle that. For being the weirdo I am, I climb the tree to rest in. I know, I know. Hunger Game clique. But I didn't think it was safe to sleep on the ground. Something could come up and hurt me. My best bet was the tree. Not being able to sleep, I start looking around. I see some berries on the branch in front of my face. I pick them, examine, eat. They tasted quiet nice. They were a pretty blue. I suspected blueberries. They tasted almost perfect. Soon after eating like a hundred berries, I fell asleep.
The sun now shinning straight in my closed eyeballs, I open them. Not forgetting to stock up on berries with the bag I made out of a gigantic leaf and twigs. I carefully jump from the tree making sure nothing falls out of the bag. As I start walking through the forest, the variety of food increases. I see bananas,pineapples, strawberries, cherries, all kinds of fruit hanging from the trees. I nearly pick it all. Fruit is my favorite thing. I could eat it all day. And in this case, I might have to. I keep walking. and walking, and walking. My feet hurt. I look forward to see an opening in the trees. I sit for a minute to rest my feet and eat. The whole time I stared at that opening. I'm so close, yet so far.
I didn't care for my sore feet. The ending is near. I feel it. I keep walking. My pace quickens the closer I get. I can hear the crunch of dry, dead leaves under my feet. I even feel them crumble under me. The forest starts to open into a big field. I see a table in the middle. I run to it, faster than I've ever ran. There, perfectly centered upon the surface, a folded piece of paper. I start to unfold it, my eyes read it as soon as all the words on the page are exposed. "You're dreaming." Is what it said. I immediately wake up.
-I'm sitting in a sparkled dress that goes only about an inch above my knee. My short, curly hair. Beads wrapped around my forehead, like a headband. More beads. Around my neck, hanging low. Some on my wrists. I stand up, almost stumbling. I've never walked in heels before. Granted, they were only about an inch. I walk over to the wall. There's some photographs. Everyone of these people look perfect. The pictures were in black and white. The women were beautiful. A kind of beautiful I'd wish to be. I look back at the ground from which I got up from. I see a small purse which matches my dress. I assume it belongs to me. I go through it. I find a licenses. Which is weird. I'm only 15. Only, according to this, I'm 22, my name is Linda Perkins, and I'm 5'6 instead of a whopping 5'1. Which is what I'm suppose to be.
On the same wall of the photos, was a full body length mirror. To feed my curiosity of my 'new' self, I look in the mirror. Sure enough, I'm me, only seven years older and 5 inches taller. Also, stuck in what looks like the 20s. That's a great, lively time and all, but I much rather prefer the 21st century. But according to the last place I was 'at'. I'm dreaming. Only, Why can't I wake up? I'm confused, and scared. My head is pounding from all the over thinking. If I don't calm down now, I'm gonna have a panic attack.
I go over to a door and open it. People, dancing. Music, playing. Drinks, being drank. Me being happy to see all the human beings, I literally jump into this room. It won't hurt to have fun. I go from the door straight to the dance floor. My body moved with the up beat music. After I got tired, I sat at the bar. The bartender who had been a tiny bit cute asked if I wanted a drink. Me being 15, I didn't think it was right. But It is only a dream, right? I checked my small purse to see if I had money, I did. So, I got a drink. I sipped it little by little. It wasn't a very big drink. But it took me til closing to drink it.
I gather myself and walk outside. I remember there being car keys in my purse, plus an address on a piece of paper. It wrote "my house" so I assumed it was mine. I matched the keys to the right car and carefully drove to the address, as I wasn't a fully experienced driver. As soon as I arrived my jaw dropped and my eyes widened. My house was huge. Three stories. Who needs a house that big ? Especially when I'm sure I live alone.
As I walk into the house I start thinking about the piece of paper from the other 'place'. Maybe that's why my house was so big. It was suppose to take me forever to find it. I decided I'd look for it tomorrow. It was fairly late. Plus, my stomach growled louder than a motor. My kitchen was stocked with all kinds of food. I honestly pigged out. Then my found my way to my bedroom.
-*tap tap tap* I heard it from the window. I move the curtain to see what was out there. What stared back, was me. I'm on both sides of the window. Only the opposite me, looks terrified. I see tears forming in her eyes and she points to the door next to this window. I quickly open it for her. It seems for as if she can not speak. But her eyes tell all I need to know. We need to wake up. She ran up the stairs to the attic. I followed. The other me points to a drawer and steps behind me as I go to open it. Nothing in it, except.. a folded piece of paper. I open it and stare at the blank page. My eyebrows form into the confused form. I turn to face me. Only, it was no longer me. It was a large dark figure. A man. He leaned down towards my face. With a killer grin across his face. I screamed and closed my eyes.
-When I open them, I find myself standing over myself. I'm in a hospital bed. A doctor walks in, he puts a few papers in a container at the foot of the bed. I try talking to him but he keeps walking. I tried touching him. Nothing seemed to phase him. I've seen enough movies to realized I'm having one of those out of body coma moments. I see my mom run into the room. She just stares at me. The nurse walks in. My mom asks what happened in between her sniffles. The nurse replies with "Your daughter has gotten into a very bad accident. She is on a stabilizer at the moment. She's currently in a coma. We're doing everything we can." At that my mom busted out into more tears. She never believed it when someone told her that. Because that's exactly what they told her when my brother was in the hospital. He didn't make it. I wish to see my brother again, but I can't just leave my mom. She already lost one child, she can't lose another one. She won't be able to handle that. I have to fight. She lays over the top of me and squeezes me half to death, her sobs getting louder and louder. I start to get woozy as my sight goes white. I start to cry, thinking this is the end for me. But instead, I wake up and squeeze my mother tighter than I ever have.