"Katya! Isla! Wait!" Nicholis was calling my two names after me.

I kept walking. He only cared about me now that he knew who I was.

I had zero clue where I was going. You should've thought of that before you started walking, Isla.

I quickly discovered that the house I had been living in for less that 24 hours, was surrounded completely by trees.

I felt around with my hands and feet, tapping forwards with my toes before stepping.

Nicholis probably could've caught up quick. And I was expecting a hand to grab mine at any moment, begging me to come back.

But Nicholis never did come for me.

I was truly alone. I was truly lost. I was a lost cause.

I was dead. No one would come to save me. She would find me. She always got what she wanted. And right now I knew she wanted me. She knew I was alive.

Zaila was going to find me.

There was no one who could stop that, because I couldn't stop her myself. No one would help me.

I kept walking through the woods, still feeling my way around.

Suddenly, I was falling. I hit the ground hard on my side.

I moaned softly in pain, lying hopelessly on the ground. I wondered if my wound had been reopened. I hoped not. I would die right here if it was too bad. I rolled onto my stomach to get off of my side.

I guess if I died right here than Zaila would not get what she wanted. The utter wrath she would unleash though. It wasn't really worth it.

I touched my side, feeling for the blood. There was only a little, and it was pretty old. I lucked out. The wound wasn't torn open with my fall.

Now time to get up. Lying with my face in the dirt isn't going to help me.

I breathed. How would I get up? I planted my hands onto the ground, and pushed up. I took in a deep breath as my eyes clenched shut.  

I wasn't going back down, no matter how much my side screamed in pain. The pain faded. I forced myself to pull my knees up slightly. I was on my hands and knees now. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.

I steadily--but slowly-- put one foot on the ground. And then the other. Why was this so difficult? Standing up isn't supposed to be hard.

 I pushed gently off the ground, and pulled myself up. I was on my feet. I was walking.

Walking hurts. A lot. Why now though? I was walking around earlier fine? Was it falling? Was it Nicholis jabbing me in the side? I couldn't stop these thoughts from clogging my mind.

Everything combined made my side ache. My heart ached. My heart hurt more than my side did. My anger had preventing me from seeing what truly had happened at that place--I refused to call it home. I processed it.

Nicholis kicked me out. Because he couldn't bare to kick his sister out. That's understandable. You can't kick someone out of their own home, can you?

It still hurts me though, what he did. It hurts me even more knowing that out of the two people to kick out, I was the right one to choose.

Nicholis wanted me to come back, because he knew who I was.

That. That's the worst pain. He didn't care about Katya.

He wanted Isla Kunay.