Her eyes snap open.
The room is white- so white the walls seem to glow. But she knew this place better than herself.
The sight makes her dizzy.
The room holds nothing but a bed- a flimsy, small, thin pathetic excuse of a mattress. The Girl see's a piece of glass on the floor and catches her reflection in it for a slips second, causing her to touch her face, before the glass distorts.
Unexplainable cold dread fills her, like her blood had turned into icy cold water only the worst of storms could produce. The Girl flinches at the sight and backs up until the once-soft fabric of her white nightgown brushes against the mattress. Then she carefully but quickly sits down.
Then, she watches as the sharp shard of glass that glistened under the artificial light of the white room, melts into the floor, then molding into a receipt.
The Girl get's off the mattress cautiously, her eyes quickly darting around the emptiness of the room, heart pounding in her chest and picks it up.
Her slender, pale fingers brush against the soft, weak paper of the receipt, the list of items on there smudged, but the name at the bottom isn't-
"Dywaser Fyu? "
She read outloud, then flinched-
Her voice was weaker, like a crushed leaf.
She quickly moves on,
'Is that..my name? Wait-! Why am I questioning if that's my name?"
The Girl thinks, face serious, frustration creeping with in the confusion that held a threat of insanity.
She turns to the walls, as if seeing something that couldn't be seen by anyone else, as if speaking to it.
" I know what my name is…It's-!"
The The Girl blinks in confusion,
" I can't…Why can't I?"
She thinks, out loud, the files in which ones brain is made of that always had such basic information as one's own name seemed to cease to exist.
The Girl could not remember her own name.
She looks back at the recipt- at the bold font on the bottom.
"No…Actually, the more I think about it, it looks like a company name or something. "
She mutters,
Then glances back at one of the white walls,
"I mean.. Why else would it be in bold shaped like a logo?"
'Unless it's emphasizing that Dywaser Fyu is my name…?
But that doesn't make only sense…'
The Girl tilts her head and the receipt,
Examining it from a different angle.
She's so lost in thought her head begins to hurt.
The Girl lowers the receipt, giving a small laugh-the kind that sounds like someone slowly giving in the insanity clawing at them.
But then she stops.
The Girl takes a deep breath of the seemingly artificial air that she had gotten used to and learned to ignore the small pain it caused in her lungs hen she breathed.
'No…It's fine..'
The girl collapses on the floor, like going through the floor like the shard of glass had.
Then…Everything turns peaceful.
Gone was the white room and now a vast field of wheat and tall grass.
The Girl is laying on the sand- at a seashore.
Why? The Girl was starting to feel like there wasn't a point in asking why anymore.
At least not now. She could feel each grain of sand pressing against her skin, her skin is so pale that if the sun wasn't behind a few clouds, it would be burning, like being pressed against against a stove. Her head still throbbing, but at the same time, the pain seemed to be more muted than before.
She simply just lays on the sand.
The Girl watches the clouds drift around the sky so slowly that you wouldn't even think they were moving, and the movement felt surreal.
The soft breeze sent chilling but present goosebumps on her skin, her white gown flowing slightly, just as peaceful as the clouds in the light blue sky.
Her eyes lazily watches the area around her. The Girl saw small waves rush ashore, the water reaches her for a second, soaking her body and hair in pleasant coldness.
Her long midnight purple hair, the darkest purple there could be, absorbs the water, and soaked her nightgown. But she remained calm, still laying on the sand that felt neutral- wasn't too hot, but not cold to the touch.
Just thousands of tiny grains of rock against her skin. As she took a deep breath, for once she felt at peace, though in the back of her mind she was yelling at herself,
'Wake up! Wake up! Run, run, run!'
'Why…?' She mutters, right now, The Girl was finally at peace.
The Girl turns her face to the side, still laying on the sand, the sand now touching her face in an almost a loving cress. Which only felt mocking.
Then her blood went cold-
A lifeless face looked back, even paler than hers…A child…
Blood on their face…..
The little girls blond hair stuck to her face with sticky blood.
Her lifeless eyes now staring at something The Girl in the white night gown could not see.
The sight made the once relaxed eyes of The Girl widen, stress etched on her skin like second flesh. The Girl quickly tried to sit up but can't-
Her body seemed to be paralyzed.
The whole world became dizzy-
BANG!