Hi guys, this is the sequel to A Forgotten Valentine And A Hurt Feeling, so. . .enjoy! Also, it will start with Megan's POV because I think you'd be interested to see the world through her eyes.

Megan POV

It. . .it's like. . .a haze. A scarlet haze that covers everything. I see red.

But I also see blurry. I see several shadows moving about, but I can't shape their outline.

I think I hear some worried, "Megan?"s, and I suspect it's my mother, but again, I'm not sure.

I try to remember the fall, but I can't really remember it. I can only remember a little.

Flashback

I whistle along cheerfully, strolling through the streets and window-shopping.

As I cross a road I roll my eyes, because I remember my mother's lectures on crossing the street.

"Make sure to look left and right! Make sure that you make eye-contact with all the drivers!" I hear her shrill voice in my head. I ignore it, because I'm just too happy about my new silks and scarves.

My eyes don't see it, so I have no time to run out of the way.

BAM! The car crashes into me, and I have never felt more pain. It was like my body was on fire, and my head felt like it was being crushed by steel. I had never felt more pain in my life.

The last thing that I see before I black out is red lights, flashing. And the last thing that I hear is the screech of ambulance. Then I black out.

End of flashback

A cool hand touches mine, and I drift a little closer to the real world.

"Mmmeeegggaaannn?" The voice seems to have stretched out. The world is slowing down. I am falling, falling into a dark, black, pit.

But then the cool hand squeezes mine, and I am lifted into the light. The world speeds up a little.

I try to blink, to fight the misty fog that is blocking my vision. It clears up. I see a white face, and dark, dark hair. The hand is still holding mine.

"Megan?" the voice asks again. I think it's my mother who is touching my hand. I can't. . .I can see her, but I can't see her. It's confusing.

I want to see the world, I want to see where I am. But I can't. I can't see anything. I can only see that white face, and the dark, dark hair.

There are other voices though, other voices that blur with the one voice that I cling onto. It's what keeps me from blacking out again.

So I continue to fight the fog. My hand moves a little, and I feel a bed. Like soft, smooth silk. Like how I felt my silks before the car hit me. I think I am regaining consciousness.

Why? Why did the car have to hit me? Now I know to look left and right. It's a lesson learned.

But what about me?

So. . .here is the sequel you've all been waiting for. I hope that you enjoyed it, and I hope that it was a good idea to start with Megan's perspective. Please review!