'I once had a heart as good as new...'
Her head pounded and ached. No, her whole body ached. She was awake, but then again, couldn't move. She was completely still. Limp. She couldn't even open her eyes to see what the disaster had done.
'But now it's past from me to you...'
Her previously pretty white dress was now splotched with blood. Her hair was splattered all over the place on the where she lay on the ground. She had a soft red ribbon tangled up in her small fingers that formerly held up one of her pigtails. The other ribbon, she has no idea where it went. Probably someone out in the mess.
'Take care of it as I have done...'
She slowly moved her toes which were free from her shoes...wherever her shoes went. She could feel she was lying on shattered glass as she felt her toe gently tap a sharp piece of glass. She had no idea how she was going to get up now. She could feel the stinging of plenty little scratches on her arms and legs. And even though she had a phobia of scratches...Well, she couldn't remember that part.
'For you have two and I have none...'
The haunting song suddenly stopped ringing in Adrasteia's aching head as she slowly opened her eyes. She couldn't really see much because her thick pink hair was in her way. She quickly shut her eyes from the sun that was now slowly peeking out of the gray clouds. She slowly opened her eyes again, giving them more time to adjust to the sunlight. She still hated the fact that she was still so limp and weak...from...what? She's never felt so hopeless in her life as she laid here...in the middle of shattered glass and the sunlight shining down on her broken body.
But she knew she was strong and she knew she wasn't just going to lay here. She slowly lifted her hands and flattened them straight on the ground beside her...even though she still couldn't hardly feel them. Her arms were shaky as she straightened them out and slowly lifted the upper half of her body off the ground. All the blood suddenly rushed to her head and her eyes squeezed shut as her arms gave out and she fell limp on the ground once again.
"Damn..." She silently managed to say as she opened her eyes again. Then she saw it. The blood stained pieces of glass. She knew she had a few scratches...but she knew they wouldn't bleed this much. Her black eyes widened as she brought her hand to her throbbing head and placed it gently on her cheek. She felt what she knew was blood. She swiftly removed her hand and looked at it, seeing the blood beginning to drip from her hand. Her head was bleeding...and not just bleeding....but really bleeding and it hurt.
She didn't bother touching the still-bleeding new wound on her head. She didn't want to feel any more pain. She knew she had a bad injury to her head...but she didn't know where she was. Aside from knowing she was lying on shattered glass, that is. She knew her name, what she was, and....well, that's it. She knew she was in this place for a reason...but it was quite hitting her. She was sure if someone reminded her where she was she would remember.
Was she alone again?
She remembers when she was all alone. When she had no family nor friends and she was just doing everything on her own. That was her life. Was it still like that? If it was, well then, screw it. She had always hated that life...even though she never showed it or said it. She slowly laid back down on the broken ground with her broken body and her broken mind. Maybe if she fell asleep, she'd wake up and everything would be back to normal. Whatever normal was before. She didn't know if anyone else was here or feeling what she was feeling right now. Confusion. But she just wanted to get out. She was hurting all over and the confusion wasn't making it feel any better. She slowly closed her eyes and tried to let sleep take her away.