So she woke up not knowing where she was. Only with a view of trees around her.

She rise. 

From the damp earth, from the dry leaves and from the icy wind. Of all that she rose.

Her legs trembled, her breathing hurt, but she still got up. She approached the nearest tree with all the impulse she could achieve and when she reached it, she clung as if her life depended on it. Since it did depend on it.

The feeling of the hard crust and the soft moss in her was what  she needed to realize that she had to move on, that she was still alive.

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With her strength she pushed himself towards another tree, affirming her steps trying not to fall to the ground or to stagger in the process.

She continued like this until  she came to a stream.

She fell to his knees and could see the reflection of a young girl full of cuts and wounds on her body, her hair disheveled, her clothes torn up, with bruises on her lips and arms. She felt devastated as she watched herself.

Until she saw the reflection of her green eyes.

Emerald eyes, that throbbed full of life, that shone for more.

"I want to live," she thought.

"I want to live," she murmur.

"I want to live," she said.

"I want to live!"  she scream with all  her strength.

She dipped hier hands in the stream and stuck her head in the water. She pulled it out and wiped her face and body with care to not  open her wounds. Then drank all the water she could until she was satisfied and continued walking down the stream hoping to find a way to survive for another day.