#2 Somewhere The rustling was group of large men they tried coax me out of my hiding spot sweetly like I was a lost puppy. Then they took out their weapons. They weren't so kind. They said if I didn't come out that second they'd shoot me as they found me. But I'm too clever for them. I figured if they wanted me so badly they'd NEVER shoot me. I came out anyway. They took me to a prison like room. My memory is improving. The last thing I remember is nightmarish. I was siting in a throne like chair with all my limbs strapped down. An horrific face plunges a needle into head. Then extreme pain then in a strange forest and finding this journal etc. etc. etc. Until my next writing, Orianna

#1 Somewhere As I write in this journal, I think these thoughts: Where am I? Am I lost? Was I taken? How did I acquire this journal? But most importantly; Who am I? But wait, it's slowly coming back. My name is Orianna, meaning golden. I also remember my mother telling me Orianna means golden. She (my mother) treated me lovingly and like I was the only thing that mattered in the world. I was not spoiled though. In fact I remember having only few toys & dolls. I hear leaves rustling & deep voices. I have a feeling I should hide to slow my doom. Until my next writing, Orianna