A/N: I do not own Girl Meets World, the characters, the locations, the songs or quotes mentioned in this story. But I do own the plot.

When people you've loved all of your life suddenly decide to leave? Well, you sit by yourself for a while and you'll try to figure it out. And you'll blame yourself. But it isn't your fault. You probably won't believe that, though, and you'll think you did something wrong, but... you didn't. It isn't your fault. And most of all, you stay with your best friend. People make their own decisions. And sometimes, they decide to go away for a while. Sometimes, it takes time to understand why. It isn't your fault.

- Maya Penelope Hart; Girl Meets High School Part 1

I see you on the blue skies

I need a little sunshine

I fill into your brown eyes

Told you I was your light

No, I don't wanna talk about it

I don't wanna listen all that much

Is is falling apart?

I don't wanna talk about it

I just wanna hold your hand

- Your Soul; Rhodes

Prologue

It started with my fingers.

Then with my toes.

And slowly the sensation was crawling up on my arms.

I could hear chatter surfing around me. More like light murmurs. I could tell what they were saying nor could I tell who they were. But I could sense a dreading emotion coming from them. Their slurred words leaked grief. An ounce of anguish. And I couldn't tell why.

Soon I could feel my eyes tingling before they started to flutter open and I was blinded by a beaming white light.

I also noticed that I couldn't breathe. There was something lodged in my throat, right down the path into my trachea. I immediately started to panic; I thrashed my arms around only to find that I could only move one of them and the other is being held down by some kind of wire. I used my other hand to quickly go to my mouth and began to pull on the tube, I find out, that was suffocating me.

"Dr. Miller! The patient!" a female yelped frantically.

I felt multiple hands grab onto my arms, pinning me down into a lumpy surface - a bed of some sort? - and the same voices from before were firing order left and right as I struggled against their grasps and to get some air. I couldn't see anything but the white light above me and my jitters were getting worse. I tried to scream but the tube in my throat made it sound like a loud mumble.

Then another hand rested on my forehead and a silhouette loomed over me, covering me from the shine. I couldn't see their face yet the sight of this person made my frenzied state calm down a little bit.

"Ms. Hart, I need you to remain calm," said a male's voice, the tone sincere and kind. "I'm going to pull the tube out but I need you to stay still or it will get stuck. Just close your eyes and it'll be out in no time."

I wasn't sure what made me comply but I did. I forced my eyes shut and held my breath. I tried to not feel it as this man, this doctor supposedly, slowly dragged the tube out of my throat, the sensation both uncomfortable and unnerving, until it finally popped out of my mouth and I gasped in a large breath of air. The relief of having cool oxygen filling up my lungs and to sense my chest able to move again was a feeling I couldn't describe. It was like a block had been lifted off of my chest - a fire had been ignited within me - or it was like a bucket of ice-cold water had been drenched all over me and woke me up from a thousand years sleep.

The hands didn't release me until my breathing was even. I was a little lightheaded while I breathed. I didn't feel any of my weight so I can imagine I look like a dead fish lying on this bed. My face did feel heavy though with all of the beads of sweat I got from my small episode and the mild headache throbbing against my skull. Aside from that, I never felt more alive.

That is I did until I started a coughing fit and was nearly hacking my heart out.

"Easy now," said the same male. The same hand brushed over my forehead and stroked my disheveled hair back from my eyes. "Take it easy, Ms. Hart. You're in a slight shock but I need you to try to take deep, slow breaths."

I followed along without hesitation, seeing as this man is the reason why I was able to drink the life back into me, while keeping my eyes closed as I tried to keep myself steady.

"That's it," the man encouraged. "Nice and easy. Are you feeling better?"

I nodded wordlessly.

"Good. Now open your eyes little by little. I know the light can be overwhelming after so long."

I instantly opened my eyes and I was greeted by a lovely view of a man, probably in his late thirties, with bright hazel eyes, a sharp jawline, and a tiny layer of stubble. He had bleach blonde hair brushed back and a reassuring smile that has me relax mentally, physically, and emotionally.

I let out another shaky breath and licked my lips only to find out that both were drier than sand. I managed to choke out a word, weak and difficult, but still good enough to let out a feeble, "Water."

"Here you go, sweetheart," said one of the females, a sweet nurse with tender and genuine concern in her crystal eyes, as she gently lifted my head and tipped a glass of water into my mouth. I tried to gulp it down as fast as I could but I ended up throwing it back up and spilling it onto my torso.

"Slow, honey, slow," said the nurse. She did it once more and I took tiny sips, each making it easier for me to feel my tongue and throat once more. After she took the glass away, I instantly tried to sit upright but the man stopped me with a hand on my shoulder.

"Stay down," he ordered. "You need to stay still. Don't rush."

"Wh…" I sucked in a deep breath. "Wh...where...am I?"

The man, the doctor, sighed softly then looked over at the nurse and nodded his head at her. She placed the glass of water on the table next to me and then left the room after giving me a prideful glance. The doctor sat on the chair on my other side and placed the clipboard he had been holding onto the machine that is currently beeping. And it was fast. My heart rate is going through the roof.

"Do you remember who you are?" he asked. "Your full name?"

I frowned deeply. "Maya...Maya Penelope Hart. Who are you?"

"I'm Dr. Miller," he answered. "And yes, that means you are in a hospital. Do you remember what caused you to get in the hospital?"

I furrowed my eyebrows. I whacked my brain for something but I could hardly remember entirely what it is that had me admitted into this hospital, only small glimpses the medical crew rushing, a blazing light flashing at me along with a loud horn honking, a crowd of people shouting while policemen held them back, multicolor lights flashing, and lastly, I could see Riley's face scrunched up in distress with many rivers of tears flowing down her face and mucus dripping from her nose. Yet I couldn't figure out what led me to this point. It was bad, that much I know, but I could see what it was.

After a moment, I shook my head. "Wh...wh...what happened?"

Dr. Miller stared at me intently for a few minutes, the whole time making me feel awkward. I'd fidget with the hem of the covers that were over me or brush my hair behind my ears to distract myself from the slight embarrassment I am feeling with this man's eyes focused on me like this. I don't think this is part of his job description. I certainly know they did not teach him this in his years of the medical studies. At least, I hope they didn't.

He let out another sigh. "Okay, Ms. Hart...Maya...I don't want you to freak out with what I'm about to tell you, okay? It's very important that you stay calm and collected after waking up from a long time."

"L...long time?" I croaked out. "What are you t...talking about?"

He leaned forward, his elbows rested on his knees, his hand entwined, and looked at me directly in the eyes as he spoke. But as soon as he said those words, I went deaf to all sounds in the world and my vision blurred from the colors of life until it became an endless abyss of darkness.

Maya...you have been in a coma for twelve years...and you have finally woken up...

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