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It was cold and dark. I couldn’t see anything. I held my hand up in front of my face. Nothing… I’m sweating, but it’s a cold sweat. I’m shaking… Am I nervous or cold? I’m not sure. I hear a small noise behind me. I turn around, but then realize it’s no use. I can’t see anything. I start to panic. I start breathing harder and faster. I want to run, but I have no clue where I am. Instead, I lay down flattening myself out on the cold tile floors. I hear foot steps. They are coming closer. I hold my breath. Then…. They stop, turn and leave. I let my breath out. It comes out in a fog. It’s freezing in here. I slowly and carefully stand up, holding my hands out to touch something so I don’t fall or run into anything. My left hand touches something cold and metallic. Its straight. I feel around and find a handle. I turn it slowly, praying it wont be locked. It turns half way, then stop. I’m almost in tears now. “NO!” I think, “It can’t be locked!!” I throw my body against it. It moves but doesn’t open. I do it again. It moves again, but still doesn’t open. I throw myself at it one more time. The door slightly cracks open and light floods the room. I turn and take in my surrounds, searching for weapons of any kinds. All I find is a big rusty pole. I run over and grab it. I turn on my heel, and run for the door. When I take my first step outside, I see white walls and closets. I look in all ways before proceeding. I grip my pole close to my chest. I come to a corner and peer around it. I check for a clearing then continue.  I feel a sharp pain in my left arm. I turn and see a tall dark skinned man has injected a needle in my arm. I start feeling dizzy and woozy. My world is spinning and then everything goes black………..When I wake I have 3 tubes in my arms. A bag dripping medicine coming from each tube. I still have no clue where I am. The curtains in front of me pull back, and let in a hefty woman. She looks to be in her 40s or 50s. She walks over to each of the bags connected to the tubes in my arms. She scribbles something on her clipboard and turns and walks away. “WAIT!!” I yell after her. “Where am I??” No answer. I start to cry. I miss my family and friends. I want to go home. Where am I??!! Two boys then enter the room. One has blonde hair and the other has sided swept brown hair. The blonde smiles at me. I don’t smile back, thinking this may be a trick. The boy with brown hair approaches me. He has gorgeous blue eyes and… wait what am I thinking! This is a trick! Don’t buy it!! A small, about my aged girl walks in. She has blondish brown hair and dark brown eyes just like mine. She smiles and waves at me. I give her a suspicious  look. “Breanna?” She says. How does she know my name? What’s going on? Where am I? My breathing speeds up again. :Where am I?” I finally ask. The blonde looks me right in the eyes. Gosh, he has the most amazing eyes I have ever seen. “Your in North Fernandina Emergency Hospital.” He says, seeming concerned.  My eyes wided. Why am I in a hospital? What happened? Who are these people?

Everything is dark again. I open my eyes slowly, hoping not to get another bad head ache. The light flash on, startling me. The blonde boy from yesterday is sitting in one of the hospital chairs. His head is against the wall and his blonde hair is in his face, he is sleeping. I smile at him. I’m not sure why but there is something comforting about him. He stirs awake. I guess he had an awful night mare. He looks over at me and smiles. I give him a weak smile back. He walks over and puts his hand on my arm. I flinch and pull away. “Sorry, I-” He stampers. “No, I’m sorry.” I say. “I’m just not sure who you are and I don’t know where I am and I’m scared. “Wait, you don’t know who I am?” He asks stunned. “Should I?” I ask. He turns frantically and walks out of the room. He re-enters with the nurse and the girl from yesterday. I think hard about the boy and who he was. I wasn’t sure. Today I get a better look at the girl. I realize exactly who she is. “CARA!” I yell. She smiles at me relieved that I remember her. She runs over and pulls me into a hug. I start to cry into her shoulder. I’m severely overwhelmed. She holds me close and tells me everything will be ok. But, I don’t think it will be. There are people here I don’t know, I don’t know why I am here, and I’m really scared. She lets go of me and smiles at me. I wipe the tears away and smile at her too. She takes my hand and says “come on, let’s go get something to eat.” She pulls me out of the bed, out the door, and to the food court. After we get our food and sit down, I start with the questions. “Cara?” I say. “Yes love?” She says . “why am I here?” “Breanna,” she starts “ you and your parents were at the North Fernandina Mall and someone pulled out a gun and started firing shots” She said shakily. “Your dad and mom didn’t make it and you got hit but not killed.” she completes. I put my hand up to my side and feel the bandages. I bring my other hand up to the back of my head and feel the big gash. As my fingers run across the stitches I wince. I feel all my emotions welling up inside of me, as the memories come rushing back to me. Then, it hits me. The boy with blonde hair, I finally know who he is. “Niall…..: I say slowly. The name rolls off my tongue. I run back to my hospital room, and find him leaning against the wall sobbing. I slowly approach him. “Niall…” I say. He looks up surprised to see me. “What did you just say?” He asks getting more excited by the minute. “Yes, I remember!” I say to him. He jumps up and down and picks me up and spins me around. “Easy, a girl get shot in the back of the head and remembers something and you make her all dizzy by spinning her around.” I say. “Oh sorry!” He says turning red and setting me down on the bed. Me and Niall have been close for some time. I was always fond of him and love his smile. We’re not together though. I like him, but not like that. I assume the same for him. He smiles at me and sits beside me. I give him a quick smile. All of a sudden, I start bawling. I miss my parents! All the memories and fun things we’ve done together come back to me. Niall wraps his arms around me. He tells me its going to be ok and that I was coming to live with him and the boys in London as soon as they let me out of the hospital.