Eight Months Ago...

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I go to parties all the time, but this one was different. Everyone was sloppy and drunk out of his or her minds. I was only a sophomore, but my friends begged me to come. It was going to be supposively "the best party of the year." They were wrong. The house was filled with smoke and the smell of pot started to hurt my head. I needed some fresh air. My feet walked against the wooden floors, pushing through the large crowd. I found the front door, wrapping my hand around the doorknob. With all my might and power, I pushed it open, calling the loads of smoke to escape outside. I shut the door behind me. The brisk breeze hit my skin so fast, causing goose bumps to cover my body. The sound of the head pounding music was fading now since I walked away from the house. I sat down on the curb in front of the house, admiring the neighborhood. Every house on the block was lit up. I put my head in my heads, feeling the warmth of my forehead against my cold hands. "Do you need a ride?" I heard someone ask. I turned around, finding a tall blonde standing behind me. I found my feet, standing up straight. It was Kyle. He was the most handsome boy in school. I found myself drooling over him as he sat in front of me in math. We talked occasionally, but were never close. I always wanted to be, but I never had an opportunity. I guess this was it. I nodded. "I'll take you home," he smiled. His bright pearly white teeth were beautiful. The dimple in his chin and his strong jawline made him look irresistible. I followed him into his blue truck. He opened the door for me, causing me to blush. The car smelt like his cologne, which made me melt. I watched his muscular hands play with the keys, holding the wheel. Seconds stretched into minutes. The silence between us was uncomfortable and unsettling. I felt uneasy sitting in this car. I looked down the road of where my house was, waiting for him to turn onto the street, but he never did. "Wait, my house is down there," I said, pointing to the opposite direction. He didn't say a word. His eyes were focused on the road ahead of us. "Kyle..." I mumbled. His dark eyes flashed to me. Before he can speak or if he was going to, the car started slammed into something. I can feel the car flip over several times. My throat became numb from the screaming that escaped my mouth. My head hit the window, causing it to break. I felt pain throughout my body. I tried to talk, but before I knew it darkness started to hover over me. That's when I knew it was the end.

Or so I thought it was. My eyes were open, but only darkness was seen. It was as if my eyes were closed or maybe the room was pitch black. "Where was I?" I thought to myself. I can feel my body moving, my bones aching, but nothing changed. The scenery stayed the same. I closed my eyes, fluttering them open once again. Pure darkness was surrounding me. I felt some soft sense hit my fragile body. It was light, but the sound of all my bones breaking went through my ears. I cringed from the sound, trying to cover my ears. The sound did not disappear nor did it go mute. It was all inside my head. The soft touch stayed on my body holding my bare wrist. The touch was so not pressured, but it felt like bruises were forming underneath it. I tried to remember where I last was, but I couldn't. It was as if there were no thoughts in my head except this one. Expect the question of where I was and how I get here. I saw something coming closer to me. It was a bright light, blinding my eyes. "Am I dying?" I asked myself. I went closer to it, holding out my arms. But before I can enter the light, I got sucked into darkness once again. Intense pain went through my veins within seconds. My eyes were tearing and it felt like a fire was against my skin. I can feel it burning my flesh. My eyes closed, biting down the pain. I flashed my eyes open and the darkness disappeared. My vision was blurry, but I saw figures standing, hovering over me. There were maybe four of them, I wasn't sure. I couldn't see their faces, only the pigment of their skin. I closed my eyes again. What was happening? Who are these people? My eyes flashed open, vision more clear. I felt drugged, used, and abandoned. My head fell to the side, meeting with the eyes of my mother. She looked older than I remember. "Oh honey, thank God you're okay," she jumped. Her hands wrapped around my body, holding me tight. I felt suffocated. Every time her body would touch mine, it was as if I was getting stabbing. "Hello, Y/N," some unfamiliar voice said. I looked up and found a man next to me. I'm guessing he was a doctor. "Where am I?" I questioned. "You were in a very bad car accident. The boy that was with you is completely fine. Don't worry," he smiled. "What boy? What car accident?" "You don't remember?" he asked. I shook my head. My mother started to sob, putting her head in her palms.

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It's been a whole month since the accident and I still can't remember what happened. My thoughts and emotions have been circling my mind every single night. I would stare into the darkness, blanket up to my lips. My eyes were wide open, imagining the world around me. The moonlight came through the window, sparkling in my eyes. I rubbed the fabric along my cheek. My eyes were becoming sleepy, but every time I closed my eyes the same vision came through my mind. The feeling of every drop of blood draining out of my body, overpowered my body, causing me to become exhausted. I watched my eyes flutter slowly. As I lay in my bed, fragile and innocent, I felt my whole body break. Every bone in my body has been twisted or played with. Pain was the only thing I feel anymore. Pain was the only thing I remembered. My mom is a mess from me not remembering most of my life, but is still hopeful one day I would. She is begging for answers for what happened, but can't seem to find any. The only person I talk to is Kyle. He's been by my side through most of it. He remembers everything and told me that we were just driving me home when he looked over at me for a second and hell went lose. It's March of sophomore year and I've been wasting my days away because of it. I sat down on the edge of my bed, staring out the window. I felt the seat next of me sink, causing me to feel warmth around my body. His cold touch lay on my thigh, brushing his fingers across my skin. "How are you?" Kyle asked. I was tempted to look into dark eyes, but my eyes were focused on the window. It was gorgeous outside, but I wouldn't know. I haven't been outside in months. I don't remember the last. I craved for the feeling of the suns heat on my pale skin. I craved for the smell of the colorful flowers along the grass. I craved for the rain. I missed everything I loved when I was younger. "I'm fine," I mumbled, moving the hair away from my face. He stared at my delicate skin. My head moved toward his, eyes locked together. I had the sudden urge to brush his blonde hair back with my fingertips. I stopped myself, but that didn't stop him. His muscular fingers ran along my arm, causing harmless goose bumps stand on my skin. "I don't like you sitting here all day while I'm at school. I miss you too much. Can you please try and come back?" he asked. I looked down, but Kyle didn't allow that. His thumb pressed against my chin, lifting my head up until we were eye level. "Please try for me," he begged. "Okay, I will."


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