Missing Myself

The Begining

"Come out with us A, it'll be fun it's not everyday that my best friend turns sixteen. It's the big one six." My birthday party was pretty great, my parents rented a lake house for them, my two best friends, and myself. Leslie was the best friend that I could possibly ask for. She was awesome, she was confident, cool, collected, and like a sister to me.
"Guys, I don't think that we should go without telling your parents." Caroline, my second best friend, the ultimate goody goody, as Leslie put it. She is loyal and trustworthy, trust is something that is extremely important to me, so we were bound to be close friends.
I was so enveloped in my thoughts that I didn't notice I had began to walk, let alone towards the edge of the pier. I was consumed by the idea of having more excitement in my life. Looking back now, i was naive to think that it would come without a price.I blocked out all the outside noises that could possibly distract me from day dreaming; I was so consumed by my imagination that I couldn't even hear my friends screaming after me until it was too late.
"Amelia! NO!"
There was nothing left under my feet, I was so unaware I walked right off the pier and I finally heard them shout my name one last time, which I came to later believe that it would be the last time I heard their voices, I was engulfed into the murky water and dragged under by two people who did not care about the growing pain in my lungs that caused me to want to scream, but I couldn't, it wasn't until I was brought into the dark abyss that was my unconscious state that I was relieved from the building pressure and shock from the sudden drop off of the pier that I was given a feeling of comfort from no longer feeling anything and my mind shutting off.

My mind was still blank, unaware of any pain or problems, I was at peace for the first time in a long time because even as a normal teen I didn't really find much peace because of the weight on my shoulders that was refereed to as responsibility. It felt good for that weight to be gone. Then reality kicked in, I was in danger, and I didn't know why I was taken or who was after me. I had never done anything to upset anyone important or at least no account that I was aware of. I just had this knot in the pit of my stomach that made me know I wasn't safe and I needed to get out. There was also this feeling of incompletion that pulled at the back of my mind. Then reality hit me like a brick wall when I was awoken. Despite the pain in my chest, the fear that was welling up inside me, and the sense of danger that surrounded, one thing plucked at the strings in the back of my mind, an unanswered question that made me realize just how bad things were...

Who am I?