Imagine

waking up

Imagine. Imagine waking up. Imagine waking up to bright lights and colors where before there had been none. Imagine taking your first breath. Breathing in deeply. Dazed and confused with tears streaming out of your eyes. This is how 14-year-old Paris woke up. She had no idea what had happens who she was and where. The last thing Paris remembered was black. Pitch deep, depressing black.

Something was happening. A strange sensation in her throat. She was screaming, Paris realized. But it hurt, everything hurt. She tried to sit up but her legs wouldn't allow it. They refused to move. A face, a young handsome face appeared above her. Who was this?? It was a boy.... a boy with deep stormy gray eyes with depths Paris couldn't begin to imagine. He had hair too, a lovely shade of brown. He was stooped over her but she could see how tall he was. He was speaking. He was saying something yet she couldn't understand. Wait...yes there it is....a voice...a voice that said in a deep, rich, concerned tone. "Why are you screaming? Do you have other injuries?" What? What was he talking about? She didn't remember getting hurt but she could definitely feel it.

"I..I don't know where I am." She stammered. "Oh" was all he replied. "Where am I, who am I , what's go-" she attempted but the boy he told her not to talk for now. He said "I don't know who you are or where you came from, my father said he found you out side, your leg, it's broken... (Oh, that explains why I couldn't move it,) she thought, the man looked as though he expected her to say something but her throat hurt so bad from screaming the only thing she could manage to say was "oh". She stared deep into his unflinching stormy eyes. His perfect jaw line, she was mesmerized. "What's your name?", he asked. Paris was unsure how to respond, how should she know when all she remembered was dark. "Oh, uh, uh, my n...n....name?" She attempted to reply. "Yes, what's your name?" He inquired once again. "W...W....Well um I d...don't exactly r....r...remember anything." She stammered. "Oh, so you have no idea what's happened?" He softly spoke. "Uh n...no." She said. She knew she needed to get out and find her memories her life, family, name but the only thing she could concentrate on was him. Him. He glanced away from her, and for the first time since she had seen him, was able to take her eyes off of him. Paris looked at the white tiled ceiling and instantly regretted it. She squeezed her eyes shut as it all became blurry and she drifted out of focus. Then the familiar blackness came back and she was once again swept away in its calming emotionless state of mind.

"Wake up." "Wake up." Slowly Paris gained conciseness again. There he was again that boy, in his calming, yet worried voice, he was shaking her, she realized. Instantly  she tried to sit up, but he gently pushed her back down. "I wanted you to wake up, but if you try and move you might pass out again." Paris looked into the depths of his eyes, and was startled when she saw worry. 'Why does he care?' she thought to herself, but she obliged and layed down. "W...W...what's your n...n...name?" Paris managed to stammer out. He looked down at her and replied that amazing voice, "Alex, are you ok?" Alex, her mind repeated. "Are you ok?" he asked again nervously. she shook he head to clear it but only made things worse. unconsciously she grabbed his arm trying to make the room settle. "Your hands are kinda cold." he commented. Paris blushed. "S...sorry." but she didn't move her hand, the room was stll spinning. Alex looked at her worried, "You lost a lot of blood, take it easy." Paris's head was pounding , try as she might she couldn't concentrate on a single thing. She closed her eyes and swalled down the bile that was rising in her throat. She felt him put a hand to her forehead. "You're burning up I'm going to get you some water." he said, walking out of the room. He came back a moment later, a glass in his hand. Alex leaned down gently pulled her into a sitting postiona as she groaned. He handed her the glass, the ice clinking. "you need to drink some" but all she did was try and hand it back. He looked mildly confused. "You need to drink some" she blushed and answered, "I'm afraid I'll throw it back up on you." He laughed and she was amazed at the way his eyes ssparkled, like a little storm.