She laughed with her friends as Tella made another crack about her driving, not because the joke was all that funny. Everything was pretty funny after you'd had enough beer, so it had been a non-stop party since the parking lot. "Hey," Tella began, "You'd better slow down… Uhh… What's your name again?" The whole car laughed again. Really, it wasn't all that funny. But the world was a comedy act at this point.

Gabin grabbed another beer and dropped it in the driver's lap, "You must not'a had 'nough a' these… yet… 'cause we din't wreck." He slurred. She grabbed the beer with her free hand and tried to pry open the lid until she remembered that it was a twisty one. She chuckled at her own stupidity and took a swig of the foul smelling liquid. Then a few more. And more. Before she knew it the bottle was emptied.

"Guys… Guys… Look, it's a carnival ride!" She laughed and swerved the car around on the empty road. Up ahead was her house, right over the large hill. She decided that she was going to speed down the hill and swerve into a parallel park, impressing her friends. She stomped her foot down on the gas and they flew over the top of the hill. Everyone in the car screamed enthusiastically. They sped down the hill so fast that the trees on the sides of the road formed solid walls.

As they were about to meet the bottom of the hill, she jolted the wheel to the right and felt the car roll over, flipping over the sidewalk and down another hill. Time seemed to move in slow motion at this point, she looked over at Tella and saw red blood gushing out of a cut on her forehead. She then looked back at Gabin who, although uninjured, had a look of terror plastered on his face. She then looked up into the car mirror, meeting her own brown eyes, wide with terror, and her auburn hair sprawled into the air as the car was in motion. The car hit a tree on the side and the windshield was shattered. She fell out of her seat and out of the car, a shard of broken glass wedging its way into her abdomen. She hit a rock and stopped rolling. She couldn't move, just look at the crumpled wreckage that in no way resembled a car. She turned her eyes up to the sky, anything to avoid the sight of the smashed car with her friends inside, and looked into the peaceful sky. She wondered how anything could look so calm and beautiful at a time like this.

She rolled her head downward, unable to hold it up any longer. She was terribly dizzy, and could smell blood. Sure enough, there was a small pool of blood forming around her. The car alarm's screech began to dull, as though everything had been put in the water. Including her. Her body fell into a laying position and she realized that she was having a hard time breathing. And she was cold, so cold…

Blackness overtook her quickly after that.

She could hear the sound of her heartbeat loud in her ears, and all she felt was an alarming numbness. The opened her eyes a crack, it was all she could manage, and she looked around. She was in a hospital, she knew that much. And she heard voices. She couldn't make out the words, but those were definitely voices. She felt a mild pain in her forearm and looked over to see a man dressed in white putting in an IV. The world blurred and she was unconscious again.

This happened multiple times, waking up and seeing men and women dressed in white doing various things to her. Never had she been able to speak, or even move, not even think a coherent thought.

Until now.

So, this begged the question, what now? Although she didn't feel like she could sit up, she could probably say a few words if she put her mind to it. Or, at the very least, look around.

She decided rather quickly that she should survey her surroundings. She opened up her eyes and looked around slowly, and she realized that this probably wasn't a hospital. There were strangle looking machines all over the place, and the entire room was only white.

A man wearing all white, not a surprise, walked in and saw that she was awake. "Ahh, you're awake. Good." He walked up beside her bed and injected her in the arm with some kind of clear liquid. "So, how are you feeling?" He asked, a surprising amount or friendliness in his voice. "Actually, I am not feeling at all right now. I feel strangely numb," She said. The man nodded, "That's pretty normal, but don't worry. It'll wear off soon enough. Can you tell me anything about yourself?" He asked. She thought about it. "I do not remember anything." She said. "Can you at least tell me a name?" He asked. "No, I remember nothing of the sort. Currently, I posses no knowledge of anything aside from life functions and language."

"Good, good." He said, and then left. She thought about their conversation. She felt like she should be mad, or confused, or scared, but she couldn't remember what any of those things felt like. So she settled for contentment, because that was all she knew anymore.

A few hours later, a woman walked into the room and pushed a button. She fell asleep immediately after, it was beyond her control.