The next thing I knew was that I could open my eyes. As soon as I opened them, I saw a bright white light and so I snapped them shut. I could tell the light was dimmed even when my eyes were closed. So, I knew that someone must have realised that the light affected me. I then opened my eyes once again and looked at my surroundings.

The room was silent and sad looking. It was empty even though I was in it. I was alone. No one to talk to. Not a soul to see. No memory of anything. Not a thing to do and yet I felt like I was with someone. That I would never be alone. That someone was there for me. That I would never be alone again. I would not be left again.

The room was painted white and had a window by the left of where I was sitting. It had an odd smell to it that tickled my nose but somehow was somewhat made a calming aroma. It was nice. I had not heard anything since being able to open my eyes. I had not been able to move. I did not know where I was. The room had been so quiet but there was a faint noise in the background. One I could not figure out despite it being one I had heard many times before on TV.

Then it hit me. The smells. The sound. Why the room was what it was. The brightness. Everything. I don't know how I didn't know it before. It was so obvious. I was in a hospital. But why? How long had I been asleep? What had happened? How was I even alive? I suddenly panicked and I could hear the monitor tracking the raise in my heart rate. Upon realising this I started to concentrate on my breathing to get my heart rate back to normal.

Getting my BPM back to its normal rhythm was harder than it should have been. But I still managed to do it. A wee bit later and a nurse came in to check on my vitals just to see me lying on my bed awake. The nurse looked very surprised and went scared, running out of my room. I just laid there confused about what she just did. Only when she came back with 2 doctors did I really realise why she went out of my room in the first place.

The doctors came over to my bed with shocked expressions on their faces. They went to either side of my bed and started asking me these random questions. I wanted to answer them, but they were giving me a headache and I just wanted them to leave me be. My face showed that I was stressed and so they began to back away from my bed and stopped asking me their long list of questions. They looked scared for a moment before one of them decided to come back up to me. He knelt down and looked at me. His hair was neatly brushed, and his face was cheerily despite the fact he looked like he had not slept in a while.

"Atchaco can you hear me?" The doctor said slowly. His voice was calming. "My name is Dr Robert Turning." I looked at Robert and nodded.

"Yes, Robert." I replied. "I can hear you." He smiled before placing his hand on mine. He looked at it and stroked it ever so gently before I quickly retracted it and put it under the covers. Not noticing that it was cold. Not noticing that it looked different. He looked confused at why I had done what I had done. So, I smiled at him then I explained it. "Sorry, I just don't like people touching me unexpectedly. It makes me feel uncomfortable."

"That is okay." Robert said. "This is Dr Steven McDonald. We are just here to help you." He indicated to the other doctor, who just waved at me before resuming his serious posture. "Do you remember anything from your accident?" I stared out of the window in thought before turning to look back at Robert.

"A climbing accident?" I replied. He nodded slowly but didn't reply. Was there more to the accident than I had originally thought. "I had dived into the ocean. Then I came back up. I was climbing up the cliff face to get to my sister when my hand slipped, and I fell backwards into the ocean. I must have banged my head as I do not remember anything else."

"You did more than bang your head. Way more, but for now you have visitors." Robert said as he turned and left the room nodding at whoever was standing by the door.

"Steven." I said. The doctor turned around to face me as he was about to leave.

"Yes, Atchaco." He replied. His voice wasn't as nice as Robert's was, but it did have a hint of kindness in it. Even if it took a long time to find. "What is it? Do you want something?"

"I was just wondering. How do my visitors know that I am awake?"

"Well they didn't until they looked through your window. They come and see you every day without fail. Is that all or can I go." Steven said, hand on the handle of the door about to open it. Waiting for my reply. I nodded at him and he left the room. He nodded at whoever was outside.

The first to enter my room was my twin. Her curly hair was a mess, but she tried her best to hide it. Her nose was red and there were tears running down her cheeks from her crying so much for me probably being comatose. My mother was the second person to enter my room. She had her hair clipped back by a butterfly clip like she normally had it. Her small touch of makeup was running down her face so she too must have been crying in fact everyone who entered my room had all been crying over something.

As soon as Asheanna saw me awake she ran up to me and squeezed me tight. Worried that I would leave her again. Not that I would ever want to. "Atchaco." Asheanna said, still hugging the life out of me. "You got us so worried. Please don't ever scare us like that again."

"I can't make any promises, but I will try my best." I slowly peeled Asheanna off my body and smiled at her. "Deal?" Asheanna just smiled and nodded her head before sitting down on the chair beside my bed. Jemina – my mother just stood there and smiled at me. Serch – my father came over and started to stroke my hand. Unlike what I did to the doctor I let him stroke it. Strangely it was calming even though my father was normally the one person in my family to make anyone stressed.

"We'd thought we lost you." Jemina said, holding back her tears. "We'd though you never wake up. We'd thought we'd never get to tell you. Don't scare us like that again, okay."

"Yes, mamma." I replied, staring into her eyes, the bridge to the soul. "I am sorry for everything that I have done. I was stupid to ever think that I could. You're right I could have died and for that I am forever sorry."

My mum placed her hand on my cheek, and she smiled. "It doesn't matter now. What matters is that you are alive and well. Get some rest. You have a lot of getting used to, and a lot of heeling to be done." I look at my mother who starts to walk away but I don't want to let go of her hand. I want her to stay by my side. She tries to walk to the door, but I tighten my grip and stare into her eyes. I then tug my arm and she is forced to come closer to me to avoid her arm being pulled out of its socket.

"Atchaco." She said sweetly. "You really need to get some rest."

"Not until you tell me what happened." I say looking at her. "I need to know everything." I up into my mother's eyes. Jemina looks at me then to my family who all nodded their heads in agreement to what I am saying.

"Tell her." Jimch said, placing his hand on Jemina's shoulder. "She deserves to know."

"Okay." Jemina bows her head down before kneeling beside my bed. Her hand still placed firmly in mine. "Are you sure? It's a sad story. Just promise that you won't be shocked, scared or angry at any of us. About what we did."

I smile at her, well smirking would be a better exclamation of what I was doing. I knew where this story was headed. I had heard it before. For someone else. Someone more powerful. "Yes, just tell me everything."