Alessandra Lyra
It was beginning to come back now.
As Alessandra sat, hugging her legs to her chest and resting her head on her knees, the fog slowly began clearing and her memory of the events was still lacking some important information. She didn't try to remember too hard, though, it hurt her head too much and the young girl was smart enough to be patient and let the rest of the gaps fill themselves. She remembered being with Cole and Winsley and Cole's grandfather's journal...
"This is so dumb." The red head whined to Winsley's back. The pink haired girl shushed her and leaned deeper into the book, still trying to uncover more of the secrets to the mysterious journal.
"I think I'm getting to something big." Winsley explained, her voice almost a whisper as excitement welled up inside of her.
Alis rolled her eyes, "That's stupid," she insisted, "there's nothing 'big' about that dumb diary. It's probably just a cute little riddle for some sort of scavenger hunt for a birthday party or something."
Winsley shook her head but said nothing more, too focused on her work. Alessandra shut up and came up behind her friend to look over her shoulder, curious despite herself. "How'd you figure out all these markings?" She questioned, crossing her arms over her chest. Winsley still didn't answer and Alis sighed. Just then, Cole stepped in, grinning and carrying juice boxes for the three of them.
The red head snatched one and poked the straw in and took a sip while pulling out her phone and checking the time. "Ah! I gotta go home, mom's gonna go berserk if I'm not home by 9 again."
She turned and began out, but didn't get out of the room before hearing Winsley shout out. She whirled around only to get a face full of purple light...
And that's where it ended and she woke up in the dirt.
Alis squeezed her eyes shut and willed the tears that were beginning to come to the corners of her eyes to go away. It was all so confusing and she could only guess at what the glow and amnesia were all about. The memories were only bringing up new questions.
She sniffled loudly and brought up her head so she could wipe her eyes with her sleeve. However, her arm stopped abruptly at the sound of footsteps approaching behind the young girl.
She quieted her breathing and closed her eyes, trying to focus on the sound and where it was coming from. By the sound of it it seemed to be coming towards her. What if it was a murderer? What if she had been kidnapped and the kidnapper was coming back to finish what he had started? Alessandra hugged her knees tighter and tried to keep herself from hyperventilating as her heart rate shot up.
"Miss? Are you all right, Miss?"
Her back arched reflexively, awaiting the gunshot or the feeling of a knife in her back. Alis never had a very reliable fight or flight reflex, it was more of a 'wait for the blow and then take it from there' type of thing. She held her breath but the blow never came. Slowly, curiosity overcame her and she wondered why a murderer would ask her if she was okay before he killed her, unless he was the insane type, which did nothing to relive the poor girl's anxiety.
As much as it pained her, she realized that just sitting there would do her no good since the person did not leave or kill her yet. If she was going to die anyway, she might as well answer him and get it over with.
Alessandra tried her best to straighten up and look as confident as possible before nervously clearing her through. "I-I'm f-f-fine." She whispered, "why are you h-here?" She dared ask, flinching as she waited for the blow once more.