There was a pounding in my head, eerily synched to the beat of my heart. Every muscle within me ached and a cool surface was pressed against my face. It was as if i had been asleep for days, but i had no idea where i had fallen asleep. Each breathe came faster as panic gripped my veins and my eyes flashed open.
The room was dark, and the coolness on my face seemed to be some kind of stone. Pushing up into a sitting position my body ached, as if it had been more than just a few days of rest. A small streak of light came through a little above me and i found my way to some stairs. Slowly, i made my way to the light and pushed open what appeared to be pantry doors, having no recollection of ever being here.
The light burned my eyes, which were not use to such brightness, and people seemed to be bustling about from small shops that lined a rocky road. People's attire were far different from anything i could remember, which was not much, just ideas of people in clothes. I got this sense that i was not where i intended to be, and that perhaps i just ended up in the 1800's. I wore jeans, tennis shoes, and a t-shirt, an attire i remember from the people i've forgotten, yet no one seemed to notice.
I felt i should be hungry, but i was not, and i felt i should be thirsty, but i was not that either. If i was anything it was sore and confused, missing out on something huge, something that has changed my whole life. Funny how things like that happen, your whole life is about change, and you have no idea where or how this started, it just did.
These people are not like my people, but does that mean anything for someone who cannot even remember who their people were? Surely i cared for them, and they may have cared for me, but things happen, and now i don't know what to expect, but life i guess goes on. Even in an old town, in a whole different era, the world still spins, days still change.
I watched and observed these people, learning many things about them, while never speaking to them. I never hungered or thirsted. Human needs seemed beyond me, yet i still had this ache. I yearned to be acknowledged and cared for, but these people only cared for their kind. Maybe i learned to care for people like me, but i didn't know very many, and people unlike me didn't see me. Why would i be in a place like this? No one could answer, not even I. But I do know this; my name is Fia, and this is my story.
