Right In This Moment

January 8, 2014.

There was no heart monitor, no IV dripping saline into my arm, and no voices of the worried heard. It was completely silent.

A little too silent.

My eyelids fought my brain, trying to send a message to let them open. Winning the battle, my naked eyes popped open to a blinding light. My body was weak, as I felt like I've been sleeping for ages. A loud thud woke my brain as I twitched. What in the hell was that?

With all of the strength I gathered, My body was molded into a sitting position. Bones cracked and popped back into their right sections, as I loosened up my body. Looking around, the room had a greenish glow to it. Almost majestic. I spotted a white door, that had a message saying "Open" on it, written in bold black letters.

Standing up, my legs wobbled beneath me. I slowly walked to the door, as my legs threatened to give up any second. My hand shook as I grabbed the knob. I tried turning the metal piece, but it didn't move.

Why am I so weak?

Putting my other hand on the knob, I turned the knob once more. With a little grunt and elbow grease, the door pushed back, giving me another image. I walked out of the room, to be welcomed by a mirror. It held a image of a girl. Me. I looked above the mirror to see another message that said "Examine". Examine what? Myself?

I looked at myself again. My blonde hair came to my shoulders, as it was knotted and tangled with red spots decorated throughout it. My skin was scratched and scarred, as it held dry red patches. My eyes were a dull gray, as bags hid under them. My cheeks were hollow, showing dehydration. I took in my body, as it was still the same. Husky. I was wearing a tattered shirt with faded jeans, and no shoes.

Overall, I looked horrible. Turning back around, there was no door. Where did it go, exactly? Instead, there was another message that said "Turn right". Confused, I turned to the right, to see another door. Using both of my hands again, the door opened.

It was a road. Just a road. No trees, no life shown. I walked foward, frightened that something was going to pop out any second. Wind welcomed be, scraping across my fragile body.

"Who are you?" A voice with a Irish accent asked, from behind me.

I turned around to see a blonde boy looking at me. If I had saliva in my mouth, I'd create buckets of my DNA. He looked at me with no emotion emotion in his sky blue eyes. His skin was pale, but clear of scars unlike me. His hair was swept side ways, highlighted with brown streaks. He was slightly taller than me, standing with a great posture.

"I'm gonna ask again. Who are you?" He said, more demanding.

I didn't trust my voice, as my throat seemed dry. Answering anyways, my voice croaked "Hannah.....H-Hannah Hardwick."

" Where did you come from?" He asked, looking me into the eyes.

" I don't know." I answered truthfully.

"How old are you?"

"I don't know. 17, maybe." I looked down, ashamed that I didn't know my own age.

"Do you remember anything besides your name?"

"No. I don't know." I said, looking back up at him.

"I don't know either. I'm Niall Horan." He said, as if expecting a reaction from me.

"Okay." I mumbled as his eyes widened.

"You don't know who I am?" He asked. I shook my head. "Jesus what happened to you?" He mumbled to himself as he walked closer.

"I don't know." I mumbled once more, becoming agitated.

He grabbed my hand, pulling me down the road.

"Come on." He said. "We're going on an adventure."