Summary: its been years since kyla was in the accident that almost took her life. She thought she forgot everything about it. But when another person shows up under the same incident. She will have to go back to the place and relieve her hidden memories.
Prologue
She had no idea how she got there in the first place, but here she was. In the middle of no here soaking wet and covered in blood. This may have been one of the most devastating thing that could ever happen to eighteen year old, except she had know idea what happened. All she could recall was opening her eyes and seeing water all around her. Then by some weird incident she was on grass. She could not remember swimming, she could not even remember walking . yet here she was farther from the place of the accident. She reached in her pocket of the inside of her jacket to find a piece of glass stuck in her side. The cut was maybe and inch and a half deep and 3 inches long. She knew she probably shouldn't of pulled the glass out but right now she wasn't thinking clearly. Then by some weird act of genius she pulled out her cellphone. She dialed the only number that popped up her head at the time. 911. then she blacked out. The outside world seemed to go by very fast, she heard nothing and saw nothing. She didn't even knew if she was dead. She saw white lights all around her, she lightly openbed up her eyes hoping to maybe see angels or god. But instead she saw a golden haired man. She was filled with drugs to get rid of the pain. She watched people who looked like apremedics walk around her. Then the golden haired man walked over to her.
"hello kyla my name is horatio caine. I am hear to help find out what happened to you"
she just looked at him. He seemecomforting to her, as if he was hear to protect her.
"kyla do you know what happened?"
"no" that little word came out as a little croak.
"do you know were you are?"
"in heaven?"
he only smiled at her. He had a reassuring smile.
"no kyla. Your in the hospital. We found just outside of winstington st. we called the paremidics for you. You know your quite smart, you must be realy tough if you could call 911 in your condition."
"my condition?"
"concussion, 24 stiches on your abdomen area, broken wrist, internal bleeding. It's a miracle that your alive"
she was hurt that badly and yet she could not remember anything.