Someone was holding my hand, squeezing it firmly. It felt odd. Moments ago I think I must have been sleeping. My whole body feels like its been shut down for a long while, unused.

"Oh Kendall you don't know how much I need you right now. How much we all need you and want us back with us. Please, please come back to us. Please come back to me."

That voice I know it. It must be an angel who is talking right now, well she sounds like a angel. It was like I came back for her, just to hear her voice. I know her. She sounds worried and that made me worry. For some reason hearing her worry made me want to make everything better for her. I can't think of her name though but I do know that she is something special to me. Why have I forgotten her name? I can't even remember what she looks like. Why can't I remember her?

"Please tell me what do I need to do to get you back?" She sounded like she was crying. It broke my heart almost. Why? Why did her crying make me so upset?

I heard a sound and then something creaking slowly.

"Come on Jo it's time we head home"

I know that voice too. I can't picture her though. But she is her late teens by the sounds of her voice.

"Try as I might I don't think I can leave" my angel spoke again.

"Jo" the other girl almost whispered so quietly I almost missed it.

"No!" the angel sounded distraught and stubborn. Why was she refusing to leave? Please, my angel, stay with me.

"Jo please when Kendall wakes up and sees that you've not been sleeping he'll be worried about you" another voice piped up. This time it was a boy's. By the sound of it he was in his late teens.

"Jo honey you look dead on your feet come on we'll go get some sleep and then we'll come back all refreshed okay?"

She sighed "okay"

She let go of my hand.

I heard footsteps and the door closed.

I was alone. I don't want to be. I don't like being alone.

I wanted to shout after them. To get them back in here with me so I wasn't alone. I wasn't anywhere familiar.

Something was beeping beside me. I wasn't sure what it was. A machine of some sort.

Why can't I see anything? I opened my eyes it was all black. All I could see was black.

What happened to me?

I can't remember.

Why?

Why can't I remember?

That girl. I know her but why can't I remember her? Not even her name or even what she looks like. And her friends I could remember their voices but I couldn't picture any of them.

What is going on?

I still feel tired, even after sleeping.

Why? Why am I so tired?

What have I been through?

Where am I?

I am not sure but it smells clean. It smells horrible. I am cold. The room is cold.

Why am I alone? I don't want to be alone. I want anyone to come in here and talk to me, only so I am distracted from this worry.

What happened to me?

Those people, the angel's friends, they spoke about someone called Ken...something. Am I that person? Am I who they are speaking of? Who is he?

Whoever he or she is they must be loved. If all those people were here then he or she is cared about. But what does it have to do with me?

Who am I?

I honestly can not remember anything but voices. Those voices that heard before, they must be my friends.

Maybe they can help me, next time they visit, to remember who I truly am. Because I am lost and I need to find myself again.

Who am I? Please someone help me.