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White

I didn't know what was happening. The world was spinning, spinning I couldn't get by bearings. Where am I? Who am I? What's going on? White. That's what I see. A smell touched my nose. It smelled like alcohol wipes. Wheels. That's what I hear. What's happening? I don't know. I don't know anything I'm only in a white space being rushed somewhere spinning into space. "Go! Go! Go!" Go? I am going! Somewhere. I don't know where I can't see anything. I thought I could but no. Ow. Pain. That hurts. Someone is cutting me. Why are they cutting me? I don't understand. Everything is white. There is beeping. I want it to shut up. It is annoying. There is something on my face. A mask maybe? I breathe in. It taste weird. The whiteness grows. "AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" That hurts! Why are they cutting me? Did I do something wrong? I start to flail, desperate to know what's going on. Someone says something. I strain to hear. I can not. I breathe in again and a pleasant feeling overcomes me. It feels nice. The whiteness fills my vision. I am somewhere else now. I don't know where. I am warm though. It feels very nice. My face is cold though. I shiver and someone puts a blanket on me and breathes comforting words. The whiteness is going away. In its place, pain seeks to hurt me and I long for the whiteness to comeback. It decreases everyday. The pain does too. Someone feeds me everyday. I do not know who though. The food tastes ok. Not as good as Mom's cooking. I break into consciousness periodically. I do not like consciousness. It's is ugly, loud and painful. I scream until the whiteness comes back. One day, it never does. I scream and scream but it does not comeback. My throat is raw. I don't understand. Where is it? I want it back very much. They do not give it back though. They have put something in my arm. It gives me a similar feeling to the whiteness but not as much. Gradually, I don't need it anymore. I can sit up and bring the food to my mouth. People come and visit me everyday. I don't know them. They claim to be my parents but I don't believe them. They do not look familiar. People dressed in white look at me. They check my tongue, ears and mouth for something. They also unwind my bandage. I don't like it when they do it. It hurts. A lot. But it hurts less and less. The same people come back every day. I remember their names. Mom, dad and June. I like June a lot. She is nice and understanding. I know where I am now. A hospital. They said I fell off my bike and hit my head and a rock tore my side. I do not like hearing the story. It brings back memories of pain. I do not like pain. I am leaveing this hospital soon. I'll miss it, but I miss home more. I say goodbye to the people in white. The smile and wave and wheel me out to Mom's car in a wheelchair. I say goodbye. I'm going home. Finally.

I have no idea what this is.