Brianna
The cold air of the area brushed against my skin, sending an icy feeling through my veins as I inhaled the cold breeze.
I was unfazed by the feeling of the breeze that was airing into my freshly created wounds. I stared down at my body, as my eyes made contact with all the bruises and scars on my arms. My finger tips trailed it's way to my shoulder blades as my knees were up my chest.
I didn't know what day it was, what time it was exactly but it was morning. I didn't know where I was or how I was going to get out here. At least I knew what year it was.
The only way I could actually think of getting out here was getting my backpack which-
My backpack.
Where was it?
I cussed at myself. Why didn't I think of it sooner? You can be so stupid Brianna.
