I originally wrote this on December 25, 2011. It was Chelsea's present during the Secret Santa event.
Don't leave me behind!!
With a shaky start, I woke up. Completely startled, I sat up immediately and screamed. I don't why I made such an outburst; I just had to.
"It's alright!" A hand placed itself on my shoulder, somehow making me stop from panicking. I began taking deep breaths, calming myself as sweat trickled down my face. My hand gripped onto the cloth that rested under it, trying to stop trembling. "You're alright now…" Looking up, I saw that to the right of me was a young man wearing a green yukata. He seemed to be about my age – if not, older. He had dark brown hair with bangs that almost covered his dark eyes.
"W-who are you…?" I asked as I attempted to wipe the sweat off of my face with the sleeve of my kimono. I noticed that I was laying on a futon in a dimly lit room. Outside of the window was too dark to see anything.
"My name is Ryozo," he introduced himself with a hint of confusion in his voice. "I found you crying in the forest. Remember?" I didn't respond. "Do you not remember?" Hesitantly, I shook my head. "Do you remember your own name?" I tried to recall with all of my might. No matter what, I couldn't grab a single thread. I shook my head sadly a second time. "Your name is Yae. Yae Kurosawa."
"Yae…" I repeated softly, looking down at the floor. I felt so stupid for not being able to remember my own name. What other important details couldn't I remember? Why can't I recall any memories of my life?
"Hey, are you okay?" Ryozo asked, wiping something off of my cheek. I realized that I was crying. I must have cried terribly before, for my eyes felt absolutely restless.
"How do you know who I am?" I questioned Ryozo as I packed the urge to cry away. "What else do you know about me?"
Ryozo thought for a moment. "Not really, no. I only met you once when I visited your village."
"My village?" I asked.
"Yeah, but it's gone now," he continued with a stern look in his face.
"Gone? How is it gone?"
"I'd… rather not explain. It might upset you."
"Please!" I begged him, hitting my hand against the floor. "I have to know!" Ryozo just stared at me with a look of conflict in his eyes. He seemed to be debating with himself on whether or not to let me know.
Finally, he answered, "There was… a landslide. It was devastating. There were little to no survivors. As far as I'm aware of, you're the only survivor."
"The only… survivor…?" I repeated, holding my breath in the back of my throat. Anything that I might have ever known was all gone. My family, home, and memories were all gone. Losing all the strength that I had, tears continued to stream from my eyes.
Suddenly, Ryozo pulled me into an embrace. I froze, unsure of how to react. The warmth from his body had radiated through me, allowing my tense muscles to relax. "I'm sorry," he murmured next to my ear, "I'm so sorry. I'll be here to take care of you. I promise." The sincerity in his voice sounded upsetting, as though he blamed himself. Accepting his comfort, I rested my forehead on his shoulder, allowing all of my tears to run free.
When I return, I promise to get you both out of here.