• I woke, trying to sit up. I failed and I fell back to the ground. I looked up and saw I was under an apple tree!
    I was lost in the sparkling colors as the sun shone through the leaves. My hands ran through the grass and for a minute I actually thought I was at home.
    I brang my hand to my forehead, remembering my injury. Covering it was a thick band. I frowned and sat up correctly this time. My shirt, shoes, and cell phone were in a pile about 10 feet away from me. My waist length hair was un-tied, as well.
    I looked down at my waist. I just had my black tank top on. But my tank top wasn't even a tank top anymore. It was ripped about three inches above my belly button. There was a white band around my stomach, just like the one on my head. I had my black ankle socks on and a pair of black shorts.
    Why was everything I was wearing black?
    I lifted my right hand up and immediately dropped it as I felt pain. My wrist was casted, as well.
    I raised my head and started frantically searching for The Shadow.
    Even though this place was beautiful and relaxing, I felt so unsafe when The Shadow wasn't around. I almost cried, failing again and again as I tried to stand up. I shoved my face into my hands and began to sob.
    I felt like an idiot. I had become dependant on The Shadow without realizing it. I cursed at myself, punishing my behavior. My sobbing had vanished and I leaned against the trunk of the apple tree. I curled my knees up to my chest and buried my face in them. Sighing, I tried to stand up again. Holding the back the tree trunk for support, I inched my way up. Soon enough, I was standing upright, but practically hugging the tree for support.
    I let go and took a step back, wobbling at first. I felt slightly dizzy and stumbled along the grassy field. I cringed as a jolt of sharp pain sprung up my leg. I tried to reach down for my leg, but I began to fall. Surprisingly, a pair of hands caught my fall. Not the strong hands of a Shadow.

    Human hands.