writings on the wall

I see myself lying in a creek, my red locks entangled in the rocks, curls flowing in the water, my body appeared breathless, beaten and cut at the chest. My lips are blue and my whole body appears numb. I am me, but I am not. As I lay over my body tears fall lightly down my cheek, upset but can do nothing while sitting here. I stand up and look around it is an old unfamiliar place, a small creek that appears to go one for miles, and my body lying in the middle. There is no one around, I hear no birds, no animals, the silence is eerie. We are surrounded by trees, they are untouched trails covered with twigs, they seemed abandoned, no one walks through here. Alone I appear, though the hairs on the back of my neck would say different, someone or something is watching me. I want to run. My body remains motionless, I am looking at me and yet I am not me, I am confused and scared at what is going on. Why am I lying still in the creek, what happened? Why am I standing over my body and not in my body? The cuts ran deep over my chest, I was clearly losing blood and I could feel my energy running low. I couldn't stay here, I had to help myself. So I walked. The bushes rubbed against my skin, I could see the cuts but I continued to walk, something wasn't right, this was clear, but how to handle it I was still unsure. I felt around in my pockets and pulled out a rubberband, I tied my frazzled hair out of my face to start making some real ground in these woods. Untouched was an understatement, there had been several fallen trees that I had to work on moving when they were to large to pass, or find the end to walk around. Whoever put me here must have known it would be difficult to escape, or they must of known I wouldn't be alive. Either way... I wasn't to be found.