My eyelids were so heavy, but after a tiny grunt and a lot of willpower, I managed to lift them just enough for me to not be in darkness anymore. I looked around with heavy lidded eyes. Everything was blurry and I wondered where I was. I felt something move near me and I heard a steady rhythmic beeping.

Shit. What do I remember? I searched the archives of my mind. I remember everything. I remember my mom, I remember the white office. I remember going to that dumb party with Tiffany and Brent. I remember the fight I had with my dad. Maybe me seeing my mom was just a dream. Maybe I was in an accident going home. God knows we were all drunk as fuck.

I’m probably in the hospital. I finally got my eyes fully open and I saw a dingy old ceiling. There was a boy’s head on the bed next to me. I looked down at my arm and saw a bunch of different tubes stuck into me. Ugh, definitely in a hospital then.
But who was the boy?

I felt him stir as he slowly came to. There was someone else in the corner of the room, but they were staring out the window.
I finally decided to make some form of noise with my throat. It was so dry that all I managed was a weak kind of grunted squeak.

“Mm, huh?” the head next to me shot up in surprise. “Sarah? Oh my god, Sarah!”

Tears pooled in the boy’s hazel eyes and I felt him grip my hand tightly. I noticed the other person move closer to the foot of my bed. It was a guy with black shoulder length hair that looked like it needed a wash. I dedicated all my attention to the boy silently crying next to me. Shit. Who was he? Where’s dad? Where’s Brent?

Fuck.

He just called me Sarah.

This means seeing my mom wasn’t a dream. Fuck, I’m someone else. Fuck. And I don’t remember anything from this girl’s life. Or at least not yet.

“Sarah, please say something” the boy next to me said softly

I cleared my throat “Uh… hi?”

The boy next to me looked so crestfallen it was breaking my heart. But what could I do? I literally have never seen his face before. He was kinda cute though. He had a lip piercing, which I normally hate, but it looked okay on him. Half his head was shaved, and the remaining hair was dyed blonde and swept over his eye. I guess he was cute in like a cliché punk kinda way. Not my type though.

Before I could say anything else, more people entered the room diverting the attention away from me. Thank god.
“Oh my god, she’s awake? Since when? Holy shit!” a tall, lanky boy was talking excitedly. He had straight brown hair and glasses that kept sliding down his nose.

I could feel the boy next to me staring at me and I decided to avert his gaze and look around the room full of people.

“Dude, I don’t think she remembers anything” I heard the other boy that just walked in whisper to the one with near the foot of my bed. This one was tall as well. But what really stood out was his big afro.

Then I finally got a good look at the one who was looking out the window earlier. My breath caught. He was looking right at me, too. But not in a way that I have ever been looked at before. I was used to guys looking at me, but not like this. Never like this. It was some indecipherable emotion and I couldn’t look away.

Brent, my boyfriend (if he still is, who the fuck knows what’s going on anymore), is the school quarterback. He’s well-built and he has sandy blonde hair that he keeps short. He has light blue eyes that are pretty but not much else. He has straight white teeth and a model smile. He’s the hottest boy in school and he’s mine.

But this guy… there was something about him. He’s the polar opposite of my usual type, but I couldn’t look away from his piercing gaze. His eyes were hazel as well, but they were different from the ones that were steadily leaking tears next to me. His made my stomach clench and my cheeks heat up. His hair framed his face and, fuck me, he was beautiful. He had a sloped nose and thin lips and he was pale as a ghost. Normally, I wouldn’t even look twice at him, but right now I can’t find it in me to look anywhere else.

I felt like I knew him before. I can’t remember any of these other boys, but this one feels different. I feel immediately drawn to him. And before I could stop myself, my stupid mouth opened itself and only one word tumbled out:

“Gerard.”