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.