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You looked around at your surroundings. So far they were more than confusing. A thousand questions ran through your mind with absolutely no answers. Where were you? Where are going? Who are you?
You tried to think of something that would work to get you out so you could get those answers. You decided to attempt to break the box. You kicked at it, slammed your shoulder against it, and even picked up some random things to throw at the metal. Nothing worked.
"Whoever put me at here is going to regret it,"You scowl. As soon as you got the words out the cage stopped moving, tossing you off of your feet. You slammed against it and bloodied your lip.
The cage opened and a bright light started shining down. Along with that snow fell on your face.
"Welcome home Blondie,"Someone greets. You squinted your eyes to look at her. A girl with dark skins and dreads was holding out her hand just for you. You refused to accept it.
"Are you alright there?"She asks.
"Alright? I've just been thrown into some strange place, with no memory at all, and surrounded by strangers, but other than that I'm great,"You remark, your voice dripping with sarcasm. The girl just sighed. This wasn't exactly the best start.
"I'm sorry,"You mumble, not looking at her. "I just want to know what's happening, and I don't. That pisses me off. Everything about this pisses me off,"You admit.
She jumped down and held out her hand. Ignoring the shame of accepting help, you took it.
"That's better. Up and at em,"She stated, pulling you out. You hold back another comment as your face burns with embarrassment. Apparently, you're very prideful or maybe just uncomfortable with someone doing things for you. If you were to be honest with yourself it might be a bit of those seeing as those two traits are usually connected.
"Damm Blondie. How'd you bust your lip?"She asks.
"I got slammed against that stupid box,"You answer, bitterly kicking at the snow under your boot.
"You're the third person in a row. Come on. Let's get you cleaned up,"She sighs.
"Thanks,"You mumble.
"No problem,"She shrugs, leading you somewhere. For some reason you couldn't quite explain you felt safe following her. You just felt like she was safe to be around in general.
"What's your name?"You wonder.
"I'm Harriet,"She introduces.
"I'm..."You trail off, realizing that you don't know. You decide that it must just be a habit.
"You'll remember soon. For now you're Blondie,"She explains.
"That's not too bad,"You admit. "I like your name better though. It's pretty,"You whisper.
"What was that?"She asks.
"It's not too bad,"You repeat, pretending nothing else was said.
Of course, Harriet knew what you had muttered under your breath. She just wanted to hear you say it again. Unfortunately for her affection doesn't seem to come easy for the pretty girl she wants to get to know.
