disclaimer: FANfiction. think about it. all i own is the plot. i would never have had the genius for all that is kingdom hearts-like putting disney and ff characters in there. Don't sue
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She sat alone, drawing contentedly, a slight smile creeping across her pale face, leaning in closer, her brows furrowed in concentration, as she added the finishing touches. She then gently pushed a loose strand of blond hair back into place behind her ear, a habitual, almost nervous, gesture, even though anyone could see that she was hardly even conscious that she'd done that.
Suddenly distracted now, she looked around in confusion, trying to remember how she'd gotten here... wherever here was. But as she glanced around the slight frown vanished as her cerulean eyes locked onto pictures tacked onto the white walls, all hers of course, and so she quickly added this one to the wall as well. As quickly as she could at least, because her leg was in a brace and her head still spun a bit whenever she moved but she'd accomplished it and reveled in that fact. She smiled up at this latest image of a girl she thought she knew from somewhere (But where! And could she be sure of anything anyway?), a girl with gentle eyes and an outfit so vividly orange and so bright that she was dazzling and so very pretty but still she looked sad somehow; it was in the eyes the pale artist had decided, something in the girl's eyes made her want to cry in sympathy. But that was the most ridiculous idea she'd thought of yet today, wanting to cry for a girl she didn't even know, a girl who probably didn't exist, but still... somehow it was the saddest face she'd ever seen. Even though she should be the sad one. Or so she thought. She really didn't feel much of anything at the moment... was that good or bad?
She was in the hospital: her very spotty memory and the white walls reminded her of that. She still didn't know why though. Or who all the people visiting her were. She didn't recognize them, but they all claimed to know her. It just made her head hurt, she really didn't know anything anymore, couldn't remember anything. But she was smart and more observant than everyone thought, not quite so out of it as everyone thought. There had been two boys. One with brown spiky hair that almost made her want to laugh so much and pet it too because it looked so nice and soft and like it would feel good to touch it. And he reminded her of a puppy too: he'd been so eager to see her and had been so, so... devastated when she's just looked at him blankly that somehow that look made her hurt too. And feel sorry for whatever she'd done wrong. But there was another boy too, he looked older and his hair was closer to a silvery blue and closer to a girl's length (but she doubted that he would ever be mistaken for a girl). This second boy gently pulled the younger boy away prying his hands off the bars on the hospital bed and she appreciated that. The smaller boy's questions always hurt her head. And it brought up things she really didn't want to think about...
What was going on?
Why was she here at a hospital?
What exactly had happened?
Who was she anyway? What was she like? Somehow the things they told her didn't all fit up yet... Could she believe anything they said? Things just didn't make sense yet, she was still missing something...
Every time she wondered these things she could come up with only one answer... She reached a hand out from under the mattress and pulled out a poem one of her many visitors had given her, she honestly couldn't remember which one had handed it to her anymore though- all of these faces were so hard to keep track of now. It was a simple short thing and she rather liked it, it was about friendship, bonds, and never forgetting each other. That last part stung a bit. Maybe it was just the irony of the thing she didn't know. She didn't really remember writing the thing even though she'd been told it was hers. It read in such strong handwriting 'Kairi' printed very nicely there at the very end with hearts dotting the i's. Kairi was her name she supposed... But then why did people sometimes call her something different?
She turned and quickly stuffed the poem under her mattress when a knock sounded on the door. "Come in," she called, hoping it would be just loud enough to be heard over all the din. Ugh it was that woman again. "I don't remember anything," she asserted to the woman, hoping she would go away, she didn't want to talk about whatever it was that had happened. She'd heard all the words of course- even though she hadn't really been paying attention she'd heard them repeated enough that they'd started to sink in finally. Words like 'kidnapping' 'abduction' 'accident' 'suicide' 'identity confusion' and so many other things and she just didn't really get it. Couldn't she just explain to them, very nicely, that she didn't understand all this and that it had to be some sort of very bad dream or an even worse joke and she just wanted this all to end? But that just didn't seem to work and instead she had to keep telling this woman to go away.
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