Lost

This is my first Smallville fic, so please be nice. Actually, if it sucks tell me. Anyway, this story is told from my OC\ointoint of view. It'll be more interesting that way, or so I think. Well, let me stop talking so you can read.

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Corn.

That's all I could see for miles around. Tall corn stalks. They stood taller then me once I stood up from the dusty ground. I looked up at the darking sky. Purples and pinks clashed toer; er; a few stars dared to peek out from the curtain that was hiding them. It was quiet all around in this corn field. Now, the only question was: w was was I?

I walked for what seemed like hours; my head pounded with every step. Crickets and other such nightcrawlers spoke to me during the night. I ignored them as I continued to walk, hoping to find some sign of life. A silent wind picked up and whipped around me. It was so thick, I could almost taste the pine that went along with it.

Up ahead, I could see lights. A city! I was excited. Finally, I was going to see real live people. I ran the short distance that was left between me and this city. I slowed down once I stepped foot onto the streets. The people there looked all to happy. They laughed as the walked along the side walks, going into the little shops. A few of them past me, giving me a dirty look. I didn't know what I looked like, let alone remember what I looked like at all. My head was still aching, but it was just a dull ache.

I went into the nearest shop. The smell there was intoxicating. Many voices chatted along, talking about things that didn't matter to me. I stood there in the doorway, looking around at all the happy faces. A few bodies walked along the crowd, stopping at tables full of people. A girl with waist lenght black hair stopped in front of me and frowned.

"Are you ok?" she asked. I just stared at her, not knowing what to say. The girl frowned even harder. She took my hand and lead me deeper into this place. We pasted by tables of people; a few of them looking up at us. The girl sat me down in front of a small bar and handed me a napkin.

"For your nose," she said. "It's bleeding."

I placed the napkin to my nose and looked at it. Crimson danced on the whitness of it. I placed the napkin back and looked once more at the girl.

"Where were you?" she asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I woke up in the corn fields," I replied.

"What where you doing in the corn fields?" She was busy pulling a white box from under the counter. She opened it and pulled out a few pieces of white cloth and a brown bottle.

Again, I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know."

The girl stood in front of me looking at my head. "This might sting a little," she said. She poured some of the liqud from the brown bottle onto another napkin. She pressed it against my head and instantly I felt fire.

"Ouch."

The girl smiled. "I told you. We should get you to a hospital. You have a very nasty gash on your head."

So that's why my head was pounding.

"What's your name?"

I blinked. Name? I thought about it for a second but nothing came to mind. "I don't know," I said.

The girl looked at me. I noticed that her eyes were a deep chocolately brown. A person could get lost in eyes like that. "You don't know your name?"

"Nope. To tell you the truth, if you were to ask any question about me, I wouldn't be able to answer them."

"Then how did yet het here?"

"I don't know. All I can remember is waking up in the corn fields."

The girl frowned once again, the skin wrinkling between her eyes. Before she could say anything, a young man, taller than the corn itself, stepped up beside the girl.

"Hey Lana, how's it going?"

The girl, Lana, turned and looked at the boy. "Clark, what are you doing here? I though you and Pete were working on your science project."

"We were," Clark said. "But Pete needed a break, so we came here. Who's your friend? She looks pretty beat up."

Lana looked back at me. "I don't know. She doesn't know either. Wondered here from the corn fields."

Clark looked at me and his blue eyes sparkled. "What were you doing in the corn fields?"

"Picking cotton," I replied sarcastily. "I don't know. I don't remember anything at all. I just woke up there and started walking. Ended up here. Lana suggested that I go to the hospital."

"Yea," Clark nodded his head. "That sounds like a great idea. Maybe they could help you there."

Help. Sounded good to me. I hopped down off the stool and walked towards the door. I suddenly stopped when I realized what I was doing. "Which way to the hospital?" I asked, turning to face Clark and Lana.

"I'll take her. You stay here and finish working," Clark told Lana. He walked up to me and placed a heavy coat around my shoulders. "You sure you don't remember anything? You look awful."

"Why thanks. I never knew I could so good in a time like this."

Clark laughed. "For someone who doesn't remember anything, you sure do have an odd sense of humor."

I shrugged my shoulders. "Whatever. Let's go this hospital of yours and get it over with."

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Well, thats it for this chapter. Come back for more.