lost
this is the first part of my first short story. i hope you enjoy it.
My eyes open, my vision still blurry. "Where am I?" I whisper to myself. Then it hits me. I'm hiking, though I forget where I'm supposed to be. I crawl over to a nearby tree and sit up against it. This is when I see the cliff. "Oh god, did I really fall from up there?" I look at my watch and see that it is 16:30. I reach into my jeans pocket and pull out my cell phone. "Damn it," I mutter as I examine the smashed phone. I remember my bag and take it off. I open it and start taking inventory, placing each item on the ground as I go. "Alright, let's see, a pocket knife, matches, granola bars, water, a book, a jacket, and a flare gun." I hold this last item in my hands as if it were a diamond. "I guess this isn't so bad now, but I need to get to a clearing before I can use this," I say frowning as I look at the dense wood surrounding me.