Game over

I looked around and all I saw was darkness . I tried to focus and stop my head from pounding. But I had no willpower to move whatsoever. My head starts pounding harder than a drum used in a rock band. I slowly slipped into an even deeper darkness. I try to open my eyes but I don't feel the need to, I feel as if they need to stay close. I feel shaken up pumped with adrenalin and confusion. All the sudden the darkness fills with spontaneous colors. It took me a few blinks to adjust my eyes to see they were pictures or even worse, flashbacks. I try to decipher them as my head once again spins.

I saw malen smiling trying to hold back a laugh. Then it switched to an elder women on her death bed and malen's arm around my shoulder as if she is comforting me. But my face has no expression shows no emotion at all. I glance over to see Mitchell looking at me mouthing something along the lines of "I'm sorry". I see so many people I don't remember gathered here. As the scene proceeds to change I feel compression in my head. I look ahead of me to see Mitchell waving at me. I turn my head to see myself smirking at him waving like an idiot. I follow myself over to Mitchell as she jogs. I notice that we look less mature, shorter and my hair is longer. "Hey mitch." The other river says. "Hey river. Are you going to prom?" The word prom puts perspective that this is high school us, senior year. " I'm not sure, Toby asked me, I don't want to hurt him but I don't want to really even go especially not with him. Are you going? With who was it you liked, hmm Marley right?" Mitch started to scratch his neck like he did when I first woke up. "Well I'm not sure yet either, she's cute and all but not really my type." The other river chuckles "what is your type Spiderman. Louise lane?" Mitch puts a smile on his face as if he found it funny. "No not even close. It would be more like a Hermione and I'm Ron. Or a Annabeth Chase and I'm Percy."

The scene fades and I see river fall out laughing and Mitchell acting offended. It goes dark and I Here my name being yelled. I feel my eyes want to open, but I don't want to. I enjoy seeing these memories happy and sad, I dont feel clueless anymore. My eyes burst open and my sight is blurry but still substantial. I hear Mitchell's sigh of relief and his arms rap around me. I stiffen on instinct. He holds himself there for a few more awkward seconds then releases me. He looks at me in the eyes and turns to a metal table beside the bedside. I was curious how I got here but I had better questions on my mind. I was about to ask a question but he beat me to it. "Do you know what happens by any chance?" He said while still digging around at the metal table. I wasn't sure weather to be truthful and have to explain the whole thing, or lie. But I felt a pang of guilt as if the thought of lying isn't part of my nature. "Flashbacks, or images I guess." I spit out. He stops digging around on the metal table and looks at me. "Flashbacks? Like what." I look at him not knowing how to explain myself. I Havnt really though of what they were and why. I began to shack me head. "I'm not quite sure, I- I just know my head hurts." He looks at me sympathetically and I feel uncomfortable at the thought of sympathy. "Lay down and get some rest it's my dinner time I'll bring you back some for when you wake back up." He smiles and got up heading for the door. I lay my head down on the soft pillow and drift to sleep.