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The freezing cold of winter is biting at my skin like sharp teeth. I huddle deeper into the warmth of my wooden cabin, trying to block out the chill that seeps through the cracks between the logs. It's been a long week since I arrived here, desperate for refuge from the world outside. My ginger hair sticks to my pale skin as I lay on the coarse wooden floor, feeling more lost than ever.
My name is Abby, and I'm 26 years old - at least, that's what I think. The truth is, I've lost track of time out here in the wilderness. It feels like an eternity since I left civilization behind, but my memory is hazy on details. I can only recall bits and pieces: running from someone or something, fleeing into the forest to escape the danger that lurked at my heels.
I try to shake off the memories as I stare up at the wooden beams above me, but they refuse to budge. My green eyes wander over the familiar contours of my body, tracing the freckled skin on my arms and shoulders. The fire crackles outside, casting flickering shadows across the cabin walls. It's a reminder that I'm not alone - that there are others out there who could help me find my way back to reality.
I remember when I used to be confident in my own skin. Now, it feels like I've lost myself completely. My large nose and ginger hair always made me stand out, but now
