The "High School Experience"

I am floating in a cloud of white. However, I can see darkness seeping through my perfect new world; I do not want to go. It wants to pull me down, take me down, has to, and I understand that. I can feel it coming up behind me, the tendrils seeping need. I tense up and squeeze my eyes as I feel the dark touch my back, this removal is going to be painful for me. I open my eyes again to take one last glimpse at my perfect world and be pulled out of my white. I feel the clouds brush the backs of my arms thousands of times as I am pushed back to the recedes of the darkness. The white is all I have ever known, and I do not know what waits below for me. I close my eyes to this world one last time and I wait until the pushing and pulling ends. I finally open my eyes, I am faced with an unfamiliar face. They have black hair, blue eyes, and looks terrified. He gapes his mouth open and no sound come out at first.
“Nurse! NURSE! She is awake!” He yells out the white door.
Where am I? What is this, who am I? Most important, who is he? I look around me and take in my surroundings, beeping machine, tubes connected to me, a bag with clear liquid, and a plain white bed. The walls are white as well and it smells…sterile? Is that the word? A blonde woman comes in and checks my eyes, and asks me a simple question.
“What is your name honey...?” She says.
I think about this. I look down at my hands and move them around while I rummage my mind for this information. It, it starts with a K…What is it? I continue thinking about this. I suddenly realize.
“My name is Kirsten Walle, I am 14, in high school, and some of my friends are in a band but I cease to remember who they are…” I blurt out.
The black haired man smiles widely and the nurse just nods at me.
“15 actually, we passed your birthday while you were…unavailable.” The boy says.
I nod slowly and contemplate this. What is wrong with me, and who is he.
“What was wrong with me, and who…who are you?” I quietly ask.
He frowns before answering me, “Well, KitKat you were in a coma after you got hit by a car, we thought you’d be fine, you would remember but we are obviously wrong. I, am Andrew ‘Andy’ Biersack, and I am your long time best friend, and boyfriend…” He explains.
My-my boyfriend…? How did I score someone that hot? I giggle at my thought, it is true anyways.
“Can I see myself in the mirror?” I ask quietly.
The nurse nods and turns to the door and walks out of the room. I look to Andrew and see that he is sad.
“What’s wrong…Andy?” I ask.
He shakes his head and crosses his arms before answering, “I just don’t want to lose my best friend KitKat.”

Notes

Hey guys! I decided to continue with the story. I had to have something happen that would build up the plot so here it is!
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