My eyes were closed. And then they popped open. It was white. Just a white space. I couldn't tell you how big or small it was because I didn't know.

I wore a bohemian white dress, that had lace throughout it. It was a skater type dress with clung to my top half and flared at my waist. The sleeves were just lace. My hair was down and I was barefoot.

"Is this what deaths like?" I say to myself.

"No sweetheart, it's not."

I quickly turn around at the sound of that voice. The only voice I had heard for a constant 25 years.

She had short brown hair, white pants and a white shirt. She had my ears and my nose. I started to cry and then I ran into her arms.

"I missed you too sweetheart," She whispered and held onto me tight. She kissed my forehead and I could feel her smile. I pulled away and looked into her eyes. She wiped the tears away.

"So where am I mum?"

"You're in the place between the living and the dead. You go through this area to decided whether you can make it through, what your body is telling you to do. And if you and your body don't want to live, it fails. Your systems fail and you fade. You fade into the other side."

"Do you want me to join you?" I looked away and started walking around the space.

"No Isla, I want you to live your life. You are too young and you are not ready to die!"

"But I was betrayed by Edward and Olivia and now Phillip. And I find out that Jonathon's in on this as well. I can't trust anyone. I don't know why I should live anymore mum."

"Isla, sweetie," She walks over to me and holds both of my hands. "You need to fight for what you believe in. You need to fight for your life. Sure things happen, how do you think I felt when your father told me he was leaving for Ireland. And then I found out he wanted a divorce.

"We fell out of love Isla, your father and I fell out of love. The only reason we were together was because of you. I should have told you that and I should have let you visit him. And visit you. But I was just jealous and selfish. I don't want you to turn out like that. I know you, I know who you are. Remember I raised you."

I laugh at that comment.

"I missed that laugh. I don't want you to join me until your old and dying. Not now."

"Then how do I get back to the living world?"

She kisses my forehead and holds onto my hands.

"Close you eyes."

I close my eyes.

"Fight for your life. Push through all those barriers and make the best of your life. Fight Isla. Fight Isla"

"Mum," I say as my eyes start to turn dark. "I love you"

"I love you-"

Her voice fades as my eyes flutter and I'm not in this white space. And my mothers not there.

Instead, I see various people with masks over their noses and mouth. I see medical instruments around this dark blue room. A few lights are in my face.

"She's awake doctor." I hear a voice.

"She's pulling through and pushing herself. " Another voice says.

My eyes fade close and I smile to myself.

"She's going to be just fine, I can tell she's a fighter." A voice says as I drift asleep.

~~**~~

I hear beeps from my monitor. I hear no one speaking, it's quiet.

I can feel someone holding my hand. It's warm.

My eyes slowly open and my vision is blurry. I slowly move my free hand to my breathing mask to remove it. I look around the room and notice my dad sitting in a corner. I haven't seen him in years. I see two identical boys in suits, on the ground and a woman in a long dress, outside pacing around. Then I look and see some guy holding my left hand. He wears a suit like the two identical boys, with a few buttons undone and a tie untied around his neck. I notice my other hand is in plaster and I'm wearing a sling on my right arm.

I don't know who he is. I don't know the two boys on the floor are. I don't know the woman pacing outside my room. I only know my dad's in the room.

"Whe... where... where am i?" I say huskily.

My dad pops up as he hears a voice. I haven't seen him in years. I can't even remember the last time we spoke or skyped or emailed. I can't remember anything. I can't remember why I'm here or where I am or what day it is.

The boys on the floor stand up and the guy to my side, whose holding my hand jolts up. I get scared.

"Who are you?" I pulled my hand away. "DAD!"

"Shh, Isla, it's me Phillip..." The guy, now named Phillip tries to calm me.

"Get away from me!" I yell back. "Dad, who is he? Who are they?" I point to the end of the bed.

My dad rushes over to me and holds my hand. He tries to calm me.

"Boys can you get the doctor!" He commands the two indentical boys and they rush out.

"Dad, where am I? Why am I here? Who's he?"

"Shh, Isla. Your in the hospital. You were in a car accident."

"Isla, don't you remember me?" Phillip stands closer.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" I yell at him. He looks worried and sad. "Dad, tell him to get away from me!"

"Phillip, I think it's best for you to wait outside."

"But Mr Collins-"

"Please Phillip. For Isla's sake, just wait outside!"

Phillip walks out of the room. I hold onto my dads hands. I look up at him. His crying. His crying with joy and happiness though.

"Dad, why are you here?" I ask him nervously.

"I'm here because I'm your father. I'll always be here for you, like I have been for the past month or so."

"Then why can't I remember anything dad?"

At that moment a doctor with some other people walk in. He has a smile on his face and holds my folder in his arms.

"Miss Collins, it's good to see you're awake," He smiles. He wore light blue shirt with charcoal grey pants and a white coat. He also had an accent which I think maybe Irish or British. "I'm Dr. Stanley, your doctor."

"Hi Dr. Stanley,"

"And these to my side are the interns just learning a few things about your case. I hope you don't mind?"

"No, of course not. I'm happy to be a learning tool!" I laugh a little and it hurts. I winced with pain and hold my hand to my stomach.

"Try not to laugh to much." Dr. Stanley moves over to my side, "Isla, do you remember what the day is?"

I shake my head.

"Do you remember your birthday?"

"The 25th of December 1988." I reply to him.

"That's good, do you know where you are? Or what happened?"

"I'm in a hospital, I don't know which or which country I'm in. But I'm assuming by the accents I'm in Ireland. And I don't know what happen, only that my father told me that I was in a car accident,"

"You're very good at deductions there Isla," He smiles, "despite what has happened to you. You were in a car accident, which hit you at the front on the side and made the car roll. You weren't wearing your seat belt and you flew out of the car."

I cover my mouth in shock. I start to tear up. My dad walks over and holds my hand. Dr. Stanley continues.

"The accident caused you some head damage, which has caused amnesia. You also have a broken arm and dislocated elbow and collarbone. A few bruised ribs, one broken rib which is why it hurts to laugh. There was also a piece of glass in your stomach, more specially in the appendix. And your legs and neck and spine seem to be fine. But you will need a wheelchair for a few days in the hospital. I don't want you walking and hurting yourself.

"You are very lucky to be alive Isla, be very lucky. And very lucky that that young man out there saved your life" Dr. Stanley pointed to the guy pacing outside my room. It was Phillip, as my dad referred to him before as.

I don't even know this guy, of if I do. I owe him my life.

Dr. Stanley asks the interns a few questions which have also happened to answer any questions about my injuries and recovery period. I'll be in the hospital for a few more days. I'll also be on bedrest at my dads house in Castlecomer, Ireland. I need things from home and people around me to help gain my memories back, if they come back at all. And I need to take medication, eg drugs , to help with the pain.

Dr. Stanley and the interns left my room, leaving myself and my dad. He smiles at me and starts to cry again.

"Oh good lord," I shy away from him.

"I'm just so happy that you're alive. I thought I'd lost you for a second Isla," He hugs me tight.

"Oww!" I say as he hugs me. It was a little too tight. He lets go and just holds onto my hand.

"I'm sorry," He whispers, "I'll never leave your life again Isla!"

"You need not," I whisper back to him and start to shed a tear. I hug him this time. Trying not to hurt myself. "I'm a alive dad, I'll survive this."