Airem hi bat? (Seattle)

Cold air infiltrated my senses, and I found that I could breathe clearly.  The next thing I was aware of was sound.  People were talking; it sounded muffled, like they were under a pillow.  I couldn't make out any distinct words or phrases, and that bothered me a little.

Someone was squeezing my hand, and I tried to open my eyes to see who it was.

"Seattle?" The voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it.

I sighed and tried to speak. My attempt sounded like "airem hi bat?"

"Seattle, you're awake!" The voice squealed.  It sounded like its owner was maybe ten or eleven years old.

I managed to open my eyes a little. A young boy was smiling at me from ear to ear.  Three of his teeth were missing, in their place gaping holes where his tongue could poke out.  He had a cut above his eyebrow, but it wasn't anything serious--just a minor scratch.  His hair was short and dark, and he had tanned skin.  His eyes peered up at me, big and blue.

I recognized him.  "Jonah," I managed to say.  I smiled back at my little brother, but my vision started to blur again.  Everything was going black.

Panic bubbled up in me until I didn't know what to do with it all.  Where did Jonah go?  Where was I?  What was happening?


I opened my eyes to find myself in an empty hallway beside a warm body.  I looked up to see a vaguely familiar face.  Then it all came back to me:

The new kid at school, the splitting headache.  I pieced together what had happened.

I blacked out from the migraine and had a memory return to the surface.  It was when I woke up in the hospital to find my life in pieces, sharply edged pieces that cut into me every time I moved.

"Don't touch me," I snapped, pushing Carson away from me.

The End

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