Faith
No one has ever hugged me like this besides my family. It was as if I felt safe in his arms. I pulled away and walked towards the door. I couldn't go on without my family, but I needed to find out where I was.
"Wait!" Noah called. "Can we ask some questions about you? We can help you better that way. Like, possibly your name…?" Noah asked, uncertain. I agreed and sat on the couch. I told them that my name was Faith, I was born on July 22, 1949, and that I was 15 years old. They gaped at me.
"Um, Faith?" Noah asked. My heart fluttered when I heard him say my name. "Do you know what year it is?" He asked. How could he ask me such a question? Of course, I knew the answer.
"Why would you ask such a question? I know I'm a bit oblivious at times, but not that oblivious," I said.
"Yeah, I know, but just answer the question," Noah said with worry. I looked at him strangely.
"1964," I replied. He got up and paced around the room. "What's wrong?" I asked. Noah looked at me with an expression I couldn't figure out.
"Faith," He started. My heart fluttered again. "It's 2015. You know that right? Yeah, you were just kidding around," My head started pounding. 2015? My vision blurred and my breathing was short and rigid. I could hear Noah calling my name but it sounded far away. Suddenly, Mother appeared in front of me. I reached for her, but she blew away in the mist. I choked a sob and got swallowed by darkness.