Lost for so long
You don't remember me, but I remember you (part one)
Tara POV: It feels like I'm waking from the dead. Like I've been asleep for a year. I didn't wake up on a bed though. I woke up on a cold marble floor. I'm surrounded by roses. Dead roses. I don't remember my name. Or how old I am. I struggle to sit up and see my legs, my feet. I wiggle my fingers, and even that's a struggle. My voice feels unused. "Hello?" I whisper. I don't even realize that I'm crying. Then I realize why I woke up on a bed of roses. I'm dead. Or am I?
