All Mixed Up

Amnesia

Loud, continuous ringing deafens me but I still can't see. Where am I? What happened? My limbs...I can't move. Am I dead?
"...suppose he ran off to?" Finally the ringing stops and I hear two voices conversing nearby but I still can't open my eyes.
"Who knows. We can track him down though, right?"
"It'd be easy as pie." The two voices gradually get further away until I'm left in silence. During this silence, I find myself involuntarily drifting in and out of consciousness. Small sounds that don't even make up words escape my mouth as I groan in pain. A throbbing, excruciating pain in my right shoulder...
"Kaia? Kaia!" The voice echoes but it's certainly here with me. Whoever it is, they're near. "You've got to wake up!" Finally, my eyes flutter open and it takes a moment to adjust to the blinding white light before I can see an unfamiliar ceiling. I see a girl leaning over me, her short ginger hair swinging in front of her face as tears fall from her eyes onto my chest.
"Kaia!" She seems happy to see me but...I don't know her.
"Who are you?" I ask, my voice raspy since I haven't spoken so far. Speaking of, those are my first words!
"What do you mean? It's me!" Her voice cracks and her smile immediately fades. "Don't you remember me?"
"I don't know you," I answer, feeling sorry for the small stranger.
"It's Ella! You know, your life long best friend who's made so many mistakes that she definitely regrets!" She cries out but I gently shake my head, the throbbing shoulder pain growing worse the more I become conscious.
"Sorry, it doesn't ring a bell." I try to turn away but she stops me, telling me it isn't going to help me and the doctor told me to stay my back. "I think you've got the wrong room."
"Kaia! You know me, Kaia!" Her tears become faster and bigger. Her smile has long gone and on it's place lies pure grief.
"I don't know a Kaia!" I retort, becoming tired of this girl's disturbance.
"Then who are you?" She asks, collapsing onto a chair with her face in her hands.
"You might not believe me but I don't know." I truthfully answer back. She stands and walks to the window, the light from outside shimmering on her tear stains.
"I can't believe this has happened." She mumbles to herself so I barely hear.
"Who are you and what's happened to me?" She turns her head only so I can see her face but the rest of her stays turned towards the window.
"You don't remember Lukas stabbing you in the shoulder?" After she says this, I glance to my right shoulder and see the bandage underneath my turquoise hospital dress.
"Stabbed?" Now I join her in crying but my sobs are silent and there are few. "Lukas?" I then question, another new name I should supposedly know.
"The boy your crush is dating." She suddenly looks up as if someone has called her name and nods, waving and muttering a goodbye before leaving me alone.

At least I thought I was alone.

"Kaia..." someone breathlessly murmurs as another person wonders to my bed but I don't recognise them.
"Who are you?" I ask them and at my question, their eyes fill with hurt. "Crap you've got amnesia."
"I asked you a question." I repeat, more irritated this time.
"I'm Emil and I'm..." he pauses, hesitating before sitting on my bed and taking my hand in his, the warmth of his hand beginning to build up a strange trust. "I'm the boy who loves you." As he says this he brings my hands to his lips and he cries, closing his eyes but his platinum blond hair hides them. "You never noticed my feelings though! Dammit, Kaia!" He sobs more and more and his confession pulls on my heart strings, making me feel sorry for him.
"I'm sorry," I whisper looking away from him. "I'm so sorry."
"My stupid brother," he aggressively spits through gritted teeth. "I'll get him back big time!" I softly place another hand on Emil's.
"No, it's not worth it."
"But it is! Look at you!"
"Exactly!" I argue, putting the little strength I have into my fight. "You wouldn't want this to be your own brother, would you?" His eyes grow from fiery to soft, and he nods.
"I'm sorry." He apologises.
"Emil," I whisper and he looks down at me. "You're a good guy..." and with that, a silence grows between us. Partly because I made the poor boy flustered. Eventually, he smiles and brushes a lock of my golden hair behind my ear from my face.
"Thank you," he murmurs as he leans down and gently places a kiss on my lips.

That's when everything came back...