The sound of alarms, running, and yelling caused me to stir. Each noise pulling me further from the darkness. My eyes shot open, only to shut once more as the florescent lights above me shone down into my eyes. I can't remember how I got here, wherever here is. My body aches. I can feel a brace around my neck, and a bandage on my head, whatever happened to me must of been serious. My eyes re-opened and began to search around for a sign of anyone. My brother Miles or my best friend Amber, maybe. But I was alone, completely alone.

"Hello, is anyone here? Hello?"

The silence in the room was deafening, so much activity outside, yet so much silence inside. I look around once more. I moved my arm and looked at the tag on my wrist, Eleanor Sanders. I gave a weak smile, at least they knew my name and I wasn't a Jane Doe. Reaching around, my hand finds a call button and finally I'm able to ask for help. The sound of rushing came from in the hall, before my door flung open and in rushes a nurse.

"Oh thank goodness, you're awake."

"Where am I?"

The nurse just smiled and placed a finger to her lips, she turned and walked out of the room and returned with a doctor.

"Please, can you tell me where I am and where my brother is? Where is Miles and where is Amber?"

The nurse came to my side and took my hand; she looked down at me with a sad smile.

"I'm afraid you were on the side of the road at a car crash. You were alone."

The words surprised me, I was alone. It didn't feel right to me; it didn't seem right at all, how could I have been alone? Where were Miles and Amber? I could've sworn I was with them. My mind fell blank. Maybe it was playing tricks on me, or maybe it just made me wish I was with them instead of alone in a strange place. I watched the doctor as he checked me over; he gave me a smile and then checked my neck.

"The brace was only a precaution; you're a lucky girl. Apart from a broken wrist and a few cuts and a nasty gash on your head there wasn't anything wrong. We do wish to keep you in for a day or two."

I nodded a little as he took the brace off of my neck and allowed me to sit up. The nurse excused herself to get some food for me, while the doctor finished his examination. He then excused himself as well. I waited for a moment for the nurse to bring back food and excuse herself again. Climbing off of the bed and rushing to my bag that lay on a chair. The bag felt heavy as I sat back down on the bed and I opened it, I started to pull things out. My wallet, several changes of clothes and , hidden at the bottom in a pair of socks, a gun.

My eyes went wide as I saw it; I'd never carried a gun in my life, why now? Shuddering, I stuffed everything back into my bag. Taking a few coins from my wallet, I left to try and find a payphone. I needed answers; I needed to know why I was alone, why there was cash, cards, and a gun. As I stepped out of the room, I could hear some nurses talking down the way, moving in that direction. I stopped and listened as they said my name.

"That coma patient has woken up, Eleanor Sanders. It's hard to believe she hardly got any marks, unlike the others. The third one still hasn't woken up, almost crashed this morning."

"Excuse me! Where can I find a pay phone?"

The nurses froze staring at me for a moment. One pointed toward the stairs, while the other woman blushed. She knew she'd been caught gossiping about me. I offered them a fake smile, before rushing up the stairs to the next level. I began searching for the phone, but that was when I saw him.

I froze on the spot, a tall man with brown locks, and cuts on his face, a worried expression and in his eyes. Whoever he was he stopped me in my tracks for a moment. It felt as if the wind had been knocked out of me for that slight second when I first saw him. To make matters even worse, fear and dread ran through my veins as we made eye contact.

"Excuse me; don't suppose you happen to know where the payphone is do you?"

He seemed just as thrown as I was. He stared at me for a moment, his hazel eyes connecting with mine once again as he realized I was talking to him.

"Yeah, it's just down the hall. You were... there."

"Thank you."

I rushed past him, glancing back for a moment as he stared at me. It was like he knew me, or as if he'd seen a ghost, but I had no clue who he was. Turning back to the task at hand, I finally found the payphone and dialed my parent's number first.

"The number you have called has been disconnected."

I hung up the phone and dialed Miles' number. It was the same result, Amber's too. Hanging up the phone, I sighed softly and decided to try one more number, work. Thankfully it rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey Angus, it's Ellie."

"Ellie who?"

"Don't mess around Angus, it's Ellie, you know Eleanor Sanders."

"I'm sorry, but I don't know anyone by that name."

"Sorry, wrong number."

I hung up the phone and looked down at my bare feet, where was I? What was happening? Not bothering to collect my change, I folded my arms and began to walk back to my room. Tears started to form in my eyes as I walked, I felt so confused, so lost. I didn't know what to do. Wiping my eyes quickly, I glanced into a room as I walked past. I saw that same guy as before, with another man and one in a coma. It didn't take a genius to piece together that they must have been the ones from the crash. Especially with the words that the one I spoke to said. I quickly passed as I heard one of them begin to yell at the other. for now, I just needed to get back to my room and figure out where to go from there.

Sitting on the bed, eating jello, i let out a strong sigh. The problem I really had right now was that I had no idea where to start. While that guy may know something, I didn't think I could bother him. After all, he looked like he was dealing with enough. I needed to know where my brother was. Where my best friend was. What the hell was going on. How could I just disappear from the face of the earth like that? I was a god damn fire fighter; it's what I was born to do. Yet now, I didn't seem to be anything or anyone, just Eleanor Sanders.

Placing down my Jello, I pulled out the picture I kept in my wallet of me, my brother and my bestie and curled up on the bed. I didn't know where they were, or if they were safe and what about my mother and father, where were they? A cold shiver ran down my spine as I tried to think back to what had happened, what caused me to end up where I did. I closed my eyes and tried to think hard, hoping to find some sort of clue. Slowly a picture began to form in my mind; it wasn't a recent picture, but one from a long time ago. A man stood in the darkness; he was tall and apart from his height all I could see in the dark of the room were his eyes...

His yellow eyes.