The concert was going great: the lads on stage were full of energy, sounded awesome and they looked cool doing it. They were the perfect boy band.

The crowd was hyper and loving the performance, most of them were screaming girls who were screaming and reaching out their hands attempting to touch the lads who were by the looks of it having the time of their lives up there.

The music faded out after the guys started singing and the blonde one stepped forward. "Hey how you all doing tonight?"

The crowd screamed out as loud as they could.

"Great well we're all having the time of our lives out here" he said into his microphone. "Which is why you get to pick the next song"

There was a call from behind the stage and the blonde haired boy smiled. He went to the back of the stage and pulled a blonde hair girl on stage. She was beautiful, had long blonde hair and cool blue eyes that reminded me of the ocean.
She chose the song – a love song.

I felt like I knew her. There was something about her that made my heart beat fast. I wanted to be next to her, holding her hand, kissing her and holding her in my arms. But I wasn't there, I was stuck here in the crowd being jostled about by all the crazy fans as she was standing on the side of the stage as the lads sung her song.

The blonde hair boy walked down the stage closer to the fans, suddenly he fell off the stage he hit his head on a metal fence.

The crowd fell quiet, the lads stopped singing and the music cut out, everyone was in shock over what just happened.

The Lads gasped. One of them ran towards where their friend fell and the others held back the beautiful girl, an older woman and a younger girl.

Paramedics were at his side, not moving him. They brought out a back board and together they lifted him into the back of the ambulance, the older woman joined them after a talk with the lads.

Something pulled me with them as the ambulance left the arena. I felt like I knew these people, but the only problem was no matter how hard I tried I couldn't remember how I know them. It was like an invisible thread joined us together.

My head was beginning to hurt. I floated around the hospital, not really sure what I was meant to be doing here.

What draws me to this family? What is so special about them? Why am I even here? What good can I do?

I touched my head where it hurt and it was wet. I took my finger away: it was red, blood red. I closed my eyes willing the pain to go away but I had a feeling that this pain I felt was part of the reason why I felt attached to the boy and his friends and family and because of what happened on the stage.

I was feeling light headed, floating with no feelings. Just have an aching pain in the exact place that the boy hit his head, a major headache. I closed my eyes. I opened them again and I wasn't in the hospital any more.

I was in a bright coloured room, I guessed it was the boy's bedroom. It was messy on one side and tidy on the other. The tidy side must be his friend's from the concert, everything was piled up neatly on the desk but on the messy side it looked like the wardrobe had been hit by a bomb and had exploded everywhere all over the bed opposite it. The girl from the concert was curled up on that bed hugging a hoody and crying. She still looked beautiful even though she had been crying. It annoyed me that I had the feeling that I know her but I can't think of her name or where I know her from. Actually I felt the same thing about the boys friends and family and the one thing that tied us together was that boy but who is he? And what is he to me?

Suddenly I was back at the hospital and I was in a big white room which had a big white room which had a big white machine in the middle. A bright light moved up and down in the machine like a scanner, I guessed it was taking pictures. Suddenly it stopped and some men and women in lab coats came in.

"He has a pressure on his brain" One of the men said.

"How do we proceed?" A young woman asked.

"The only option we have is surgery but there is a lot of risks – he's been unconscious since yesterday so we don't know exactly how much damage or how his brain has been affected."

"he could have concussion – he might have lost his memory" another woman said.

"it's a risk we have to take" one of the men said and they rushed the boy out of the room.

One of the men in a lab coat stopped to talk to the people waiting outside. When he had finished talking the woman dropped to her knees, crying. The boys were waiting with her surrounded her and lifted her into the chair beside her.

I felt woozy, the blood was dripping faster now. Is this real? Something was sliced across my head but it didn't feel like it was happening to me. Who am I?

The pain was too much, was that boy feeling the same way? I was falling into darkness and I don't think I would ever stop. There was nothing left apart from the pain on my head.