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{Present Time}
Sarah's POV
Wake up. He said.
Wake up.
But I am. I replied.
I opened my eyes, to find myself standing behind a guy with black hair.
To the left, blue hair, blond hair, brown hair.
So familiar.
Smurf boy, blondie, drumsticks boy.
"I know you." I said, opening my mouth, but nothing came out.
"How do I know you!?!" I tried to scream, but once again, silence.
"Calum, mate. Get some sleep." Smurf boy says to the black haired guy sitting in front of a bed, his head down.
His name is Calum? I thought.
I felt my mind tug at his name, forcing images to flash in my eyes, causing me to groan.
Sarah. He laughed before the image switched again.
Sarah I... He started, but the imaged switched again.
Sarah please I l- He never finishes his sentence beige the image switched.
This image was peaceful.
A girl's head was in his, Calum's, lap, with her hair fanned out across his legs, and him, softly stroking it.
My heart pulled at this image. I'm not sure why.
Who was that girl? Was it me?
Softly, I heard his voice make beautiful sounds, the girl smiling back.
Slowly, I started to hear the words.
Life's a tangled web,
Of cellphone calls and hashtag 'I don't knows'
You, your so caught up,
On all the blinking lights and dial tones
I admit I've been a victim of the worldwide system too
But I've found my sweet escape when I'm alone with you
The imaged switched, going back to the present.
That song was so familiar.
I felt something wet land on my hand, but when I looked down, nothing was there.
Huh?
I looked at the three boys to my left.
Luke, Michael, Ashton.
Their names popped into my head quickly.
Who are they?
I looked at Calum cry his eyes out, repeating Please wake up Sarah, please wake up. He was in a cold metal chair, at the bedside of a girl who looked just like me.
He called her Sarah.
Or called me Sarah?
This is confusing.
I remember people calling me Sarah, but my name is Forbidden.
Right?
I kept trying to tell him that I am awake, that I'm right there, behind him, watching him.
Just like how I remember telling him that I would.
But every time I spoke, no words came out.
Then there was Luke, Michael, and Ashton sitting a little ways away, completely wasted in sorrow.
I remember remembering these people, but I don't know them. I remember doing all this stuff with these guys. Like singing in concerts, or taking care of them, or laughing with them.
But are those my memories, or someone else's?
My heart tells me they are, but my mind says different.
I don't know what's real and what's fake anymore.
I reached out to touch him, wanting to know if he was real.
But my hand went through.
Am I real?
I felt something squeeze my hand.
I looked over at the girl on the bed, to see Calum squeezing her hand.
So if he's doing that to her, and I'm feeling it... then...
That's me.
The pale, still, almost dead, battered up, girl on a hospital bed.
That's me!
What happened!
"What's happened to me! Tell me! Luke! Michael! Ashton! Calum! SOMEONE REPLY!" I tried yelling, screaming, shouting, crying, but nothing worked.
They didn't respond.
Just silence.
Deadly silence.
But something else happened.
My heart monitor spiked.
Long enough for the boys to notice, but not long enough to kill me.
It spiked, then went normal.
So all I can do is stand here, and tell non-existent people my story.
Well, what I remember of it.
Calum's POV~
Why did she do it?
Why did she choose that over me?
How could that give her more comfort then I.
Why didn't she let me explain!
Why did she go by what she only saw!
I pushed that girl away.
It wasn't me, it was her.
I'd never do that to Sarah.
Why did she only see what happened first, not second.
Why.
Why?
Why!
I squeezed her hand harder.
Was her pain so great that she chose to cause herself more pain, then to relive herself of it?
I never thought I would be in a competition with-
Her heart monitor spiked.
Her hand twitched against mine.
It twitched, she's alive.
She's strong.
She wants to come back.
She kept her promise.
Soon, though, the heart monitor went normal.
But that's all I needed.
I saw her meaning.
She's here, and still kicking.
Like always.
And for the first time in the past two months, I smiled.
And laughed.
And was filled to the brim with glee.
I was going to see my Sarah again.
And I hope it was soon.
Very soon.
We shouted with glee, and thank the lord these walls were soundproof, because if not, you could've heard us a mile away.
'Cause we missed her. She was our family. She took care of us. She was our light, our dark.
Our always.
I looked at the ring on her hand.
And my fiancé.
- Writer
