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She jerked back when the girl snapped. For some reason, she felt the need to maintain control of herself, reasoning that if she freaked out, she'll only make things worse. In her head, thoughts flurried to explain what's happening. She tried recalling information from before the accident when she realized that she couldn't summon any memories at all. There was no recollection of this place, or of the other people in the room, or even her name.

She nervously glanced down at her arms before her, trying to picture herself.

'I don't even know my face..'
'What's my name?'

Straining her brain for some information about herself, she tried to recall what she was doing or where she was before she woke up in this dodgy room. Her eyes darted around the room, consciously avoiding the dead body. Inside, she was shaking. All she really wanted to do was curl into a ball in some corner until someone came for them.

'Is that what we are? Are we prisoners in this place? Who knows we're here? Are we all here to die?' she thought to herself as she watched the two other people in the room. She had not checked the door, or the windows but she was so sure that something was wrong... apart from the dead girl and unconscious people in the room.

Her thoughts trailed off for a few minutes before her attention abruptly focused on the girl once more.

"You don't know that for sure..." She bent down in front of the girl and shared a reassuring smile. Deep inside, she felt desperate to be reassured herself, fear suddenly creeping into her body, from the dead girl in the corner and her memory loss. For minutes, she stared at the girl in front of her. With her face deeply tucked into her knees, the girl was trying hard to hold back tears.
"We just need to find a way out of here. We need to stay calm and collected. Nothing good will come out of fear. Come on." She said, trying to summon strength and bravery, for the girl and herself, but mostly for herself.

With whatever was left, she pushed the thoughts of darkness and fear away from thought, like as though her life depended on it. But for some reason, she was convinced that her life did depend on something, but it was not something she herself could alter or affect.

She stood up and looked down at the girl, her hand stretched out towards her, palm upwards and open.