Crash Into You

Sunshine and the Emerald City

*Mel's POV*

I wake up to a sunshine I have so desperately missed. I feel the heat of the bright star against my tanned skin. I can feel the yellow. I open my eyes, my left after my right. I am in an unknown place with a sterile scent and a clean color of beige on the walls and ceiling. The floors are a chocolate tile with flicks of sparkle. I appreciate this detail. I crease my forehead in confusion. I honestly have no idea where I am. The feeling is actually quite scary and I start to look around, my head whipping from side to side. The only thing comforting is the pale sunlight against my arms. I start shaking. I put my face into my palms in a frustration of memory loss.

I feel two plastics nubs at my nostrils. Had I been given oxygen? Where am I? Where is my mom? Where is my brother? Why am I here? The answers come to me in one swift thought. It's a memory of water and body disorientation. I must've been in a wreck. I try to shake the thought of Baby (my Jeep) crashing down to the lurking waters of Millberry. I finally notice my surroundings. I have an IV in both elbow creases. To this I groan. I am in a blue gown covered in small teddy bears. I smile at the teddy bears.

"Your smile suits you." I hear a clear, accented voice. It makes my smile deepen.

"Thank you, sir." I return while looking at the face of the flirter. The face equally is as beautiful as the rich voice. The man has a brown mop of curly hair and eyes the color of ancient jade. I grin.

"How old are you," I ask, knowing that he can't be much older than me.

"19" he says mirroring my stupid smile. I instantly am jealous seeing as he looks like a God in my expression while I know I look like a retarded chihuahua. I roll my eyes and continue the slow conversation.

"So.... Why are you here, I really doubt that I know you?" I ask confidently. I know I don't recognize the face, but something is familiar. I examine every facial feature.

I examine his eyes the color of the Emerald City in the sunlight. They have depth and a story. They are an art. I lift my fingers to his face and stoke his eyelid. He opens his eyes in surprise, but my gaze doesn't falter. I suddenly have a feeling of knowing and I try to study his eyes. As an ocean I know they have a hidden treasure below the rough surfaces. I continue to outline his eyelid gently. He closes his eyes and I suddenly realize.

He is the BMW guy. He is the one who disrupted my gaze with my father. He is the one who almost killed me. I am usually undramatic, so when I scream I am surprised to find that the scratchy sound is coming my own throat.