distance

I open my eyes to reveal a man looking about the age of 17. His eyes search my face longingly, but I haven't a clue as to what he wants. I feel as if I've known him for my entire life, but I've only met him today. it's weird actually. I can't shake the feeling that I know him. That he and I have shared an emotional connection at least once. Who is he? Why does he look as if I matter? After all.... I've never mattered before.

Lets start this off right. My name is Peyton. I'm almost 17 and apparently, I was just hit by a car. Maybe the boy is the one who hit me? He probably doesn't want to pay a fine, blah blah blah, so he's here. Or maybe I'm just a lunatic who doesn't remember why or what happened to her. I do know one thing. I am not sitting in a hospital gown on my birthday. I reach for my water, but the boy runs over to it, and hands it to me. I just stare at him while he bends down next to the bed. "Pey, are you okay?" he asks. Then, the memories start flowing back into my mind.