Have you ever waken up in a different person's house and ever thought briefly, "Where am I?" Personally, I haven't. But at least a family or friend's house is better than the place I woke up in- er "woke up".

My eyes fluttered open to the sunlight blinding me. I raised my arm to cover my eyes from the sun that so rudely decided to stare at me while I slept. What's strange was the sun doesn't shine through my window when I wake up in the morning.

After adjusting to the lighting, other than my hand, the first thing I saw was a dirty, metal roof. Like the inside of a school bus, except this wasn't a school bus. I sat up a little too quickly and began to feel nauseous, so I sat there with my eyes closed for what felt like 10 minutes, until the sickening sensation subsided.

I looked around dazed by my surroundings. It was the inside of some kind of van? Maybe a bus? It was a little difficult to tell when half the side of the vehicle was ripped open. I placed my hand on the rubber, black floor to help me stand up, but my hand sank into a sticky substance. Growing more annoyed at the second, I glared down to find my vaguely glowy hand closely submerged in a puddle of crimson paint.

After whipping myself up to stand, and almost fainting doing so, I stared in horror at the huge pool of, not paint, but blood. Had it been coming from me? I hadn't felt any pain other than the sting behind my eyes.

Desperate to break the gaze with the settled blood, I smacked myself in the face, only to realize, even as hard as I hit myself, I had felt nothing. I looked up, finally no longer in a trance. I was facing a window- er, what used to be a window- and I saw a huge forest with 40-foot trees whose treetops interlocked, creating a canopy over the wooded ground. And in every direction I looked, I saw nothing but the same thing, aside from the narrow dirt path on which the bus/car/van thing was driving on.

The air was flat. There was no sound at all. Not even my breathing, or my heartbeat. It was silent, and boy was it loud. I almost felt frozen in time, until the echoing sound of a branch broke the silence. I turned around vigorously, meeting the eyes of two hikers. I was so relieved to see human life. I could tell them who I was and where I lived so they could take me ho- wait. My name... I don't- What- What is my name? And where do I live? My heartbeat increased as the realization of my situation settled in. I started waving my arms to get the hikers attention in case they didn't actually see me, which was quite possible, until I made myself completely visible, and they still did not acknowledge me.

I got angrier at them. I attempted to move closer and talk to them, my voice sounded almost muted to me, like if somebody were talking to me if I had both my ears plugged. It was so strange, but they still stared at me, almost like they saw right through me.

The realization of my ACTUAL situation took longer to hit than it should've. A hiker approached me, and I was ready to push them back, but they passed right through my hand, through my body, through... ME. And they investigated the vehicle from which I so clearly emerged from. They're voices were barely muted like mine, and the two people conversed in a foreign language, as if I wasn't even there. I looked around, my breathing pace quickening. I looked in a piece of broken glass and found to be no reflection. All the memories came flooding back.

The road. The crash. The bus. The glass. The blood. The fear. The screaming. The crying. The anger. My name. Sadie. My name was Sadie. Was...

I did the only thing I could do:

I looked at my normal, yet slightly transparent hands, covered in blood, and...

I screamed.