I could feel the wind on my cheek, it was a hot wind and it did more damage than good. It burned my face with its harmful breeze. I made a fist on the ground that I laid on, my hand picked up what felt like sand or maybe dirt. I then took a deep breathe and attempted to opened my eyes. With no such luck, they seemed afraid. Afraid of what horror could lurk behind the safety of our gently closed eyelids.

My eyes eventually trusted my plea and flung open; an immediate burn thrust onto them and a dryness that would not be quenched. I had no idea where I was, how I got there. My eyes fluttered a moment but as the bright sunlight attacked me and I quickly shut them again. I made another attempt and opened them slowly, allowing them to adjust to the overwhelming brightness. I knew it would be foolish to get up suddenly so I reached my hand over my arms and face making sure I was alright. I checked my legs and slowly lifted myself up to a seated position. I felt my head in the back... What is that? Something felt off, there was a sticky substance on the bottom of my skull I reached my hand back in front of my eyes.

Red.

I was bleeding. Clearly it was drying up, I couldn't tell if it was because I of the heat or if I had been here a long time. I should have panicked but I felt something...calmness. As long as I was still conscious my wound couldn't have been that bad. I looked around to see where I was...a desert. That's all I had. I looked around to find a canteen of water which I immediately grabbed and thrust to my lips. As I drank I saw a pair of sunglasses which I put on and what looked like a piece of leather in the sand. I picked it up and realized it was some sort of wallet. Opening it up I looked at the photograph.

'Light Holder' Was that a name? I looked at the picture, I thought it was me. But it wasn't my name. My name was... it was... I couldn't remember.

Why couldn't I remember? Light Holder was not my name, it didn't even sound real. I examined the photo closer, it looked like me but the eyes glowed. They looked almost silver.

Light Holder

Student.

It was an incredibly basic description. Wouldn't it need more? An age, license number, anything?

I scrolled through the wallet and found a few small notes. Scribbles that I couldn't even read, I looked back to the photograph and studied it again.

As I studied the ID I heard a voice nearby. Instinctively I attempted to scurry away but my weakened body stopped me from doing so. My body was fine but I think I had forgotten the importance of my head. I had no idea how bad it was but judging from the amount of blood I would need medical attention. I had no place to hide in this desert so I waited.

"I told you I saw someone out here."

"Is that..."

"What do you think?"

As the voices got closer I realized they were making the decision of taking me with them or leaving me out here. I turned my head to face them and realized they were much closer than I realized.

Someone came up closer and threw the sunglasses off of my face. I had already forgotten they were there.

"It's you!" One of the voices looked shocked and nearly ran over to me. It was a young woman Her face was mostly covered but I knew I could recognize that voice.

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Flashes of sounds rushed through my mind. A laugh, a cry, a yell. All by this same voice. I knew this girl, she was important.

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As I came back to reality, the guns lifted and pointed toward me. Suddenly everyone seemed scared of me.

"Jeb what the hell was that?"

An older man walked up and knelt down in front of me. He lifted my head so my eyes would meet his but I was afraid of this man, he waited till he could get a closer look at me.

"I can't tell if your a soul or..."

Or what? Why wouldn't he finished his sentence. What the hell was a soul? What were they talking about and why would they point those guns at me?

Jeb continued to stare at me as if he was waiting for something, I looked past him a moment to see that same girl. She was being held back by someone, a man with blonde hair. Something about this made me jealous.

They all seemed to speak around me, not one actually asking a question but questioning me all the same. Soul. The word kept popping up.

A ghost? They think I'm a ghost? That's ridiculous.

A man walked up to me, he picked up my face so he would meet my eyes with his, he studied me for a moment. I closed my eyes unable to keep a steady gaze, the sun was to much and my body was starting to feel numb.

"Open your eyes." I was afraid of this man but something told me I shouldn't be. I did as he said but still not able to look him in the eyes. I looked around to the other faces, the blonde man who held back the girl looked at me. He looked similar to the man in front of me; same hair and similar face. The girl looked at me as well. Tears were forming in her eyes but she looked like she would not let me see her cry. She seemed to pity me and wanted to run towards me. I smiled at her, something about her wanted me to make sure she was safe.

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As the rain fell down, I looked at her sweet face. She was so beautiful. She ran back to the house but stopped and waited for me before running inside.

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I knew her, she was important.

"Melanie." I whispered, my body started to fall towards the ground and suddenly everything went black.