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Though she couldn't   open her eyes, she knew that she was laying in a bed. She didn't know she knew that or what even a bed really was. She couldn't remember everything that was going on around her period. She remembered being outside. That's when she started to really think and almost began to panic internally. She had no idea who she was. She had no idea where she was. Everything that was running her was foreign, and she had no idea what it was there for in the first place. There was a lot going on around her, and she could hear various people in the background, but she still couldn't open her eyes just yet. The people that were there didn't seem to   notice that she was any different, so she just laid there perfectly still. There was a sense of panic that was pumping through every one of her veins.

Being where she was, she had to think that she was safe even though she really didn't know anything that was going on around her. she was trying to frantically remember anything about herself, including how she got to wherever she was.

Every time she did this, though, she came up blank, and it just seemed like she was running into a brick wall as hard as she probably could over and over again. She couldn't move her arms or her legs at the moment. She didn't even wanna crack open her eyes to see where she was. That was when somebody was standing over her. She could feel the wet cloth on her skin, and it made her tremble. The thought of water sends a new panic running through her. She had no idea why. The only thing that she could see was of Vessel on the, and she knew that at one point, that had been a not calming thing for her, but right now, she was scared. She was really scared.

That is when she started to feel the pain that was coming right from her head in waves all throughout her body. It seemed like it was neverending. It just kept coming through her entire body. Every time she thought of that one vessel on the water, the pain started and then went through her entire body down to her feet. A panic came over her that was playing for anyone to see, even if she was supposed to be asleep. The desire to run away was right there. It was hard, and it was fast, and she wanted to get away from wherever she was. That's all she could think about was making sure that she could make her escape at some point. It was just ingrained in her that she had to leave. She had to keep moving. Far and fast.

The sounds that surrounded her in the room were not things that she could identify. She could hear people mumbling in the background, but even without her eyes cracked, she could see that people were looking at her. She could feel it. It felt like her skin was on fire. Everything felt like it was broken. And she didn't understand why she couldn't move her arms or her legs. Things were not working the way that they should, even though she really didn't understand how they should work first place.

She would see flashes of pictures in her mind, but there was nothing that she could hold on to or that she even understood. It was like everything was gone. She could smell the scent of seawater nearby, and she knew it, but she couldn't explain even to herself how she did. The scent in the air was nauseating to her. She wanted nothing to do with it, and she needed to get away from it. All she wanted to do was get away from even her own mind, which was blank. She felt lost in the vastness of the bleak black pictures that were in her brain.

It was the weirdest feeling for her. All she could do was close her eyes even tighter than they already were in hopes that this was a bad dream. Her biggest fear was that it was nothing like a dream, and this was her life.

She knew she had to get somewhere, but she didn't know where. Only she could move her arms and legs. She could make her way far away from wherever she was. That was her only goal right now to make sure that she could get away. The panic that flooded her body also began to fade.

As the feeling of drowsiness was taking over her again, she made a deal with herself very silently that she had to get away from wherever she was. She had to make sure that she was OK. She had to make sure that she continued to survive. For some reason, that was the only thing that she could think of. She had to survive. Her survival meant that somebody else was going to pay for whatever they did to her.

So now she had two goals as she started to fall asleep, probably from some type of medication. Though she didn't know that herself. Goal number one was to make sure that she could get away when the time came and she her body the way that it should move. The second goal was that she had to make sure that she survived no matter what. She didn't know why her survival meant so much to her besides the fact that she would be alive, but she knew that somebody would end up paying long as she could survive. Now the question was who would end up paying for whatever she was going through now just by her surviving? that was her last thought before she fell asleep again, and the people that were around her didn't even notice that she had been awake at all.