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Annabelle POV:

It was really late, but I had lost all track of time. Somehow, my energy source didn't run out, and I just danced the night away. First years came and went, going off to bed for a few hours, then returning more hyper than ever. Laughing, I stepped out for a drink with Chelsea, chatting happily. Chelsea poured some kind of liquor into the glasses and I sipped experimentally, recognising it as whiskey. I gulped it down, the taste adding to my hyped up, insane mood. Chelsea told a joke I barely remember. It wasn't at all funny, but we doubled over with laughter, snorting away. I was still laughing when the phone rang beside me, and I picked it up.
"Hello?" I said between giggles.
"Hello, Fritton." Flash said solemnly. "Seen Kelly at all tonight?"
"Actually, no. " I sat up and stopped laughing instantly.
"Well I have." his voice was blank, stripped of emotion. "Annabelle, do you remember where she was last going?"
This started to panic me. "Yes. She was going..."
"To the roof." he finished.
"Yes." I whispered. Whatever was going on, it was serious.
"Fought so."
"Flash, what happened?" the panic rose in my voice, evident by how quickly I was speaking. "Where is she now? What's going on?"
He sighed, and when he came back on again, his voice was no longer blank, but full of pain. "She's in hospital. In a mild coma. She's lucky not to have a broken spine, neck or skull, but they're the only bones not broken. "
"What?" I gasped. My brain was having a hard time registering this.
"She fell off the roof. You probably couldn't hear with the party going on and all, but the ambulance came a few hours ago."
"No." I breathed, the tears starting to form in my eyes. "Is she-"
"She's not dead!" he snapped, but he sounded like he was reassuring himself rather than me. "I mean, she hasn't got brain damage, and it could have been a lot worse, but still-" his voice broke off, and he sounded like he was choking back sobs. "I mean, just pass it on, will ya?"
"I will." I whispered.
"Thanks, Fritton." he sniffed a bit. When he spoke again, it was more quiet. "Why her?"
"Flash-" I started to comfort him, but the phone disconnected. I sat in silence, in disbelief of the hideous truth. The phone felt like a million tons in my hand, like the black plastic was steel. It slid out of my hand slowly, clattering onto the floor.
"Annabelle?" Chelsea came forward. "What happened?"
I opened my mouth to speak, but all that emitted was a small squeak. Shaking, I tore a chunk of paper across, and messily jotted down the details of Kelly's accident. My writing was terrible, but somehow Chelsea understood the shaky scribble. Her eyes widened, her red lips popping open. In a flash of blonde curls, she whisked into the other room, standing angrily in the doorway. "Stop!" she yelled, causing no reaction. Furiously, she darted up on stage and yanked the microphone from a confused singer.
"STOP IT!" she roared, sounding very unlike her usual self. The hall fell silent, and we turned to stare at her.
"Flash phoned." she said loudly, evident worry in her voice. "He told Annabelle about Kelly's whereabouts."
People looked confused, while Chelsea gulped, obviously finding it hard to say the words.
Then she sighed, her voice sounding pained and weary. "She's in the hospital."

KELLY'S POV:

In my head, I saw strange and unfamiliar images. I could see stairs, see an unfamiliar girl climbing them. The girl looks across a high point, the sun currently setting. More mismatched images flash across my mind- hands, not the hands of this unfamiliar girl, but rough hands, male hands. The girl screams, but the hands come closer, grabbing her, yanking her towards the edge... An image of the ground, getting closer and closer...
Then blackness. Just blackness. Nothing else, only darkness. This scared me- was I dead? I strained to remember dying, strained to remember anything, but all I could see were those images, and darkness.
Something touched me, very lightly. A voice muttered something I didn't understand. Then, more loudly, said "Kelly?"
Kelly. What did that mean? Was it someone's name?
Was it my name?
More voices, louder still. "Kelly? Can you hear us?"
Kelly- that must be my name. I wanted to tell whoever those people are that I can hear them, but somehow I couldn't. I didn't seem to have control of my mouth any more.
Someone touched me more heavily, and I realised that they must be touching my hand.
"Kelly." A male voice said in my ear. "Come on, Kelly, you gotta make this. Please- just squeeze my hand or some'fink."
I forced some kind of movement into my body, forced a part I assumed were my fingers to move. There was a loud sigh of relief.
"Try and open your eyes." Someone said loudly. I tried, tried to force them to open, tried to move my weary eyelids. At first, nothing happened. I tried again, and again, until they lifted sleepily, and my blurred focus turned clear and sharp again.
"Oh, Kelly!" Someone cried, and threw themself into my open arms. Why were my arms open? I tried to move them, then yelped as pain tore through me. I looked down at whoever was in my arms- a girl, with thick, brown, corkscrew curls and wide eyes. I was silent, trying to remember her name.
No such luck.
"Hi... er..."
Her face popped up, eyes wide in alarm. "Annabelle."
"Annabelle. Yeah, sorry, Annabelle." I expected the name to bring a rush of memories back, but I was unable to. Who was this girl? Was she my sister? My cousin? My friend?
If shook my head, terrified. Had I lost my entire memory?
A man pushed forward, his tanned face worried. Dark eyes, half hidden by a hat and thick hair, searched my face.
"Kelly." he said slowly. "Are you Ok?"
"Um... Yeah, I think so." I told them what they wanted to hear, yet it was a lie. But if I could hold on, pretend I remembered, maybe it would come back...
There was a sigh of relief from the others, but the man didn't look satisfied.
"Kel, do you remember at all how you fell?" he probed.
"Um..." I closed my eyes, combing my throbbing head for the memory of something, anything...
Hands... rough... the ground getting closer... a thud... pain... darkness...
My eyes jerked open. "I think... I think I fell... somewhere high..."
The man stared deep into my eyes, his own full of sorrow. "What else do you remember, Kel?" he whispered. I shook my head desperately.
"I don't remember anything about my fall. Please..." My eyes widened- I'd slipped up, I couldn't remember his name- they'd realise that I'd lost my memory now...
"Please, guys." I continued. "Please, I need some sleep. But thanks, erm, Annabelle." I clung onto the only name of theirs I knew, trying desperately to bluff them so that they thought I remembered. I didn't know at all who these people were, but they seemed to care, and I couldn't hurt them like that. But the girl called Annabelle's eyes widened, and I wondered what I'd done wrong.
"You only call me Belle..." she gasped. "Ever since my makeover, you've only called me Annabelle once!"
Damn! The man pressed his face further towards mine. "You don't remember anything, do you?" his tone was full of hurt. "You've lost it all, haven't you Kel?"
"No!" I cried stubbornly. "Of course I haven't!" But I was trying to reassure myself more than them. If I could just hold on, maybe it would come back.
"Then just tell me one thing." The man demanded. "What is my name?"
My lips burst open, but no sound exited. I tried to remember, tried so hard that pain ripped through every face of my brain. Yet there was nothing other than the few images of hands and falling, and the present. Names I'd heard before flashed across my open mind, yet none of them I could apply to this man. A choke tore from my open mouth, and tears began to form in my eyes.
"I- I don't know."

Wow. I haven't updated this in AAAAAAAAAAGES. I wonder if anyone will actually r&r...
Well, if you do, thanks a lot! I PROMISE to update more quickly!