Her dream, or perhaps nightmare would be a more appropriate word for it. For it seemed quite like a waking nightmare. Worse yet when she opened her eyes this time she was in a different place. It was the second time waking up in an unfamiliar room, third if you could count the ER, but even then she had more of a semblance of what was going on then than she did now.

A soft glow of light allowed her to look around. It was a similar tent to the one she was in the first time. Same course material only this time it was square, not rectangular. While the other held ten beds cramped together this one only had one, a comfortable bed complete with a mattress. She pushed the blanket aside, a semi-soft fleece, and looked over the empty room. The only other thing around was a set of small clothes, neatly folded for her to wear. A bed, some clothes, and a locked door… something about this felt strangely familiar.

Of course the door to the tent was a simple flap, nothing that could be locked. However, she had an odd feeling in her stomach that gave her goosebumps. Rising up from the bed she allowed the cold air to bite her. The comforts she was given only added to her worry. The sleep she was blessed with had cleared her mind and now she knew October was long past. They were well into the new year.

She clenched her jaw as the pain pulsated from her insides. A hand holding the scar. She felt a lot better than when she first woke up, clearer in the mind as well. However there was a ghost of pain still haunting her. Rising to her full height she found that she came up short. Not only that but the strands of black hair that fell in her face were the wrong color. She was and wasn't, “Ravina…” her whisper filled the silent tent with such sound that it might as well have been a shout.

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“Ravina.” She whispered again. The effort caused her breath to quicken. It was right but at the same time, “that's not my name.” but she knew that it was. Tears pooled in her eyes from the effort, but the single name would push itself on her mind. “Ravina.” it was the only name she had left. She suddenly fell to her knees, her breathing labored as sweat began to cling to her gown. Her head fell on the cool floor but it did nothing to relieve the burning ache in her mind.

Her memories, her name, none of it was here. It was lost, distorted, taken. Robbed, she was robbed, they stole it from her, they had stolen it. Tears streamed from the young girl as she clenched her head in her hands. The sound of her heavy breathing was broken only by the sound of her sobs.

She needed to run, to escape, but she couldn't move. She was locked in this thing. Unable to flee. She fell to the side, curling up into a small ball as she tried desperately to breathe. The air wouldn’t come, she would breathe in but it wasn't enough. It wasn't enough. She needed to breathe. Why can she breathe? Why? cant. She. breathe!

Curled up on the cold ground, her body trembled, consumed by waves of panic and despair.