Star

Whiteness

It's night time.  I feel darkness, so i assume the moon is out. The knowledge of what happened is suddenly on my mind. My best friend in the whole world is gone because I pushed her away. I needed to find her.
      Lifting my head, I realize that I am not in our tiny apartment anymore. I Panic and jump up to see crisp white walls that seem to have no entry, and more importantly no way out. Looking down I realize that am still in the soot ridden t shirt and jeans that I was wearing back at the apartment. A slight gasp fills the room as I confirm that something did go down and that I have no clue what was going on.
         A knock on what sounded like glass drew my eyes up meeting my own reflection in the mirror. My once chocolate skin that was painted with acne scars and bumps disappeared, and left  behind a perfect canvas to which black freckles painted their way under my eyes. My hair usually long straight, turned thick,curly,and wild.
                 That wasn't the shocker though, it was my eyes. Kristen said they were blue and I didn't believe her. I was born with the darkest of brown almost black eyes, and it was impossible for them to change their color.  Except it wasn't impossible because here I am looking into these piercing crystal clear eyes. They are so hypnotizing that I forget where I am and the danger that I could be in. My reflection dissolves and a woman talking to a man takes its place. The woman looked older and the man, no boy, looked maybe a year or two older than me. Their conversation seemed to not be going well as the woman looked from me to the boy with an exasperated look on her face. I tried to read their lips but couldn't keep up with the pace of their conversation.
       Something inside of me tells me I need to listen and all of a sudden I could hear them like I was in the room with them.  The lady's voice was more annoying than her face as she spoke "She is going to recognize you honey and that's why I say you shouldn't go...."Suddenly I am aware of the hazel eyes that look into mine. Max, I think, smirked at me and all the oxygen in my lungs left as I was left gazing into this boy's eyes. As cliché as it sounds, he was truly and utterly beautiful. He said something to the woman and she whipped her head around with a frown plastered on her face.
   Never backing down from anybody, even this prissy lady, I give her a smirk and then laugh at her beet red face. Now having an audience I wave my hand mockingly and smile. The boy glances at the now exasperated lady and whispers something into her ear. When he pulls away he takes one last look at me and walks away. I couldn't help but feel the weird twinge weird in my stomach after he leaves. The lady clicks a button and speaks into the mic in front of her. "Hello Amara I hope that you slept well. Do you know where you are? Do you know who you are?" Annoyed with her ignorance I turned away and say the bed I must have slept in while god knows what they did to me. Do I know who I am? oh please of course what kind of stupid question was that. 
   "Turn around when I'm talking to you!"
      I laugh at her attempts to be stern. The thing that she doesn't know is, she was messing with the one girl that didn't have a soul left in her. " I don't have to turn around to know that whatever you are going to tell me is complete and utter bull" I say still not facing her.
   The sound of her teeth grinding together made the most wonderful sound as she speaks. "I think you know what you are Amara and we would like to help you. Your friend Kristen is-"
My head snaps around.
"Where is she? Is she okay? What do you want from her, I swear if you hurt her I will find a way to get into the glass covered room of yours and rip you apart limb, by, limb".
       "Oh your friend is fine" Pinchy face says waving her hand across her face dismissing the idea.
      "We want to let you out of this crummy room to let you see her but we need you to be stable and healthy. Big picture here is that when we let you out, you don't try to go kill anybody, okay"
      "Whatever you say Pinchy" That statement rewarded me with another hilarious face from this unusual lady. All of a sudden the wall in my room opened and outside was a dark hallway that led to a suspicious flight of stairs. "If you think that I am going to climb those stairs then you must be OUT. OF. YOUR. DAMN. MIND."
      "You really need to work on your trust issues Amara, like this is starting to become ridiculous. Just go up the stairs!¨
     I don't know what makes me do it, but i walk out of the room and approach the hole of darkness that led the way to the stairs. They couldn't have been more than five inches wide, but somehow knowing that whoever is at the top of these stairs would lead me too Kristen, I start to climb. The darkness makes everything seem a little scarier every step up. The walls feels like they are  closing in on me the closer I  get to the top. Dust and what seems like pollen find its way into my nostrils making it hard to breath. I can feel the panic attack creeping into my brain. Dark closed in spaces don't  really comfort me since I started having that dream. My feet take the stairs two at a time practically running to the bright light that awaits me at the top.My lungs burn from all of the dust. Tears form and stream down my face. I can see the light of the hallway just above me indicating I'm almost there.
            The stairs could not be any longer. I feel my legs buckling as Images overtake me. Light from a woman engulfs me, she looks upon me ecstatic, while the coolness of arms take me into them and a man with an aura of darkness engulfs my vision. Sadness is in his eyes like if it is the last time he would see me. A kiss was pressed upon my head like a cool whisper. I shake my head and focus on the stairs. Confusion reels in my thoughts.Who are they and why do i feel so comfortable with them holding me in their arms, and why I felt strength when the man kissed my head.
     The light gets  closer and closer but still no end to the stairs until finally i missed a step and fall into the sparkling clean floor. I start to cry having the panic attack that was building up. Furious with myself i try to stand but my legs are weak making me stumble and fall to the ground again pulling my groin in the process. I shriek out in pain as the world seems to go dark around me. Not again, i tell myself, not here, not now. A vision of the accident is near and i can smell the smoke which makes me cough even harder. I feel strong hands pick me up as the fire creeps into my vision. A woodsy smell pulls me from the smoke and clears the fire in my eyes. The person holding me feels warm, and I know that I am safe, everything is going to be fine.
    "Shhh Amara everything's okay. Just relax, listen to my voice. Don't focus on anything but my voice. Shh it's alright you're alright".  The voice was deep with a slight accent that i can't quite place. "It's alright" was the last thing i think before the world goes dark.