Everything was black. Aimi felt like she was drifting through an ocean of thick paint. She couldn't escape it. She was engulfed by everything around her. It felt like she was drifting through oblivion. Not knowing where she was, or knowing where she was going to go. Aimi felt like her eyes were stitched shut. They were burning. It was similar to the feeling you get when you stayed awake all night. Her arms and legs felt heavy, like she was dragging them through quicksand. Her chest felt like it was sinking. The air was being forced out of her. Honestly, it felt like Aimi was dying. Suddenly, Aimi saw a bright white light, and all the darkness faded away. The heaviness was lifted and Aimi felt herself being dragged towards the light.

Everything was white. Too white. Aimi's eyes were opened, but she couldn't see anything. She could hear things, but they weren't clear. It was like Aimi was being dragged underwater. Aimi moved her head from side to side. Everything was blurry, but someone was sitting next to her. Aimi wasn't sure where she was, or if she was still alive or not. The last thing she could remember was running across the road and seeing someone lying on the ground, but other than that, everything was a blank. Aimi felt something slip into her hand. She closed up her hand as best she could and felt the familiar feeling of her father's fingers. Aimi wasn't sure what was going on,  but she felt all the relief in the world when she felt her father's hand in hers. It wasn't just her father that was there though. Her mother was there, and her best friend Jessica. 

A door slid open and a doctor walked through towards Aimi's parents and Jessica. He started talking to Aimi's father, Jurgen, telling him about what was going to happen now with Aimi. She would have to go through a lot of physiotherapy and rehabilitation, and although she was awake, she would have to be kept under medical supervision for another week at least. Jurgen thanked the doctor and turned to his wife. He let out a massive smile and shed tears of joy. His only daughter was alive and okay for the most part. His wife, Hana, was crying buckets of tears. Jessica was so dumbfounded that she didn't know what to do. Aimi, who was lying in bed, could now get most things in focus. From the looks of things on her end, everyone was crying, and she didn't  know why.

As the day past, Aimi's different senses started tocome back to her. Her sight was still a bit off however. When she met with the doctor, he had told her what had happened with the car accident. Aimi had very badly bruised legs, a thirty centimeter long laceration on her arm that had to get fifty seven stitches, her back was a cut up from sliding along the ground, shehad four cracked ribs, a mild concussion, and bruised kidneys. However, the biggest thing was that when she was knocked back by the car, a stone had landed in her eye, causing her to lose sight completely in the eye, but the doctors had operated on her, and she had her eye replaced. But the biggest kicker was, Aimi had been in a coma for two months. When she had heard this, she couldn't believe it. Aimi was brought to the bathroom because she felt sick. When she got there, she immediately went to the toilet and started wretching, but nothing came up. She got to the sick, splashed water on her face, and looked herself in the mirror. The most notable difference was that her eye was replaced. Aimi had two brown eyes before the accident, now her left eye was blue. Knowing that Aimi had an eye inside her head that wasn't hers, unsettled her deeply. On the other hand, nothing else seemed to have changed. Her hair was still the same length and colour. Slightly past her shoulders, and a dark shade of black. Her skin was still pale. It was only her left eye and the small scar on her eyelid that was different about her face. Her body was a different story. Because she was in a coma for two months, she had lost a lot of weight. She could wrapped her whole hand around her wrist.

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The week was passing slowly. Aimi was going in and out of physio twice a day, and going through counselling every day. In counselling, she was contantly asked about the accident,and if she could remember anything from it. She couldn't. The only form of relief came when either Aimi's parents came in after work, or when Jessica came in to visit her after school. One thing Aimi knew for certain was that when she went back to school, she was going to be the center of attention for a little while, and Aimi wasn't sure if she welcomed that thought, or loathed it. 

Once the week past, Aimi was released from the hospital. She was brought home to where hundreds of letters were waiting for her. All of them had the same thing to say, 'Get well soon!' By the time she got through them all, Aimi never wanted to hear them words ever again. A new week began and Aimi started going back to school. As she thought, the second she got back into class, she was swarmed by all her classmates who wanted to know about the accident. No one really cared, they just wanted all the details. It's strange, no person wants to be the victim, but when they knew someone who was in badly hurt, their morbid curiousity takes over. The first bell rang, and everyone took their seats. The teacher walked in the room and quickly scanned over the room, where her eyes met with Aimi's.

"It's nice to have you back Aimi," She said.   "Welcome back. Now class, as well as Aimi coming back, we also have a new transfer student joining us today. Come in."

Murmurs spread across the classroom and everyone waited anxiously to see who the new transfer student was going to be. Once the door slid open again, everyone's head cranned towards it. Sure enough, a boy walked through the door and everyone went silent. He stood beside the teacher and introduced himself.

"Hello everyone," He began.  "My name is Stephen Fox, and I'm a transfer student from Ireland."

Aimi looked at Stephen and felt a sudden pain in the back of her left eye. She didn't know what was going on, but she had to excuse herself from the class to go to the bathroom.She splashed her face with water and looked in the mirror. She let out a small gasp of shock when she looked at her eye. It wasn't blue, but instead it had turned red. Aimi wasn't sure what was going on, but whatever it was, she was scared out of her wits. She took out her phone and took a picture of it, to make sure that she wasn't seeing things, but the picture showed her the same thing. A red eye. Aimi splashed her face again and went back to class, in hopes that class would take her mind off it. When lunch came, Aimi picked Jessica out of the crowd, and asked her about her eye. Jessica just said her eye was blue, and the other brown. Like a case of heterochromia. Aimi was scared now, her eye turned red when she looked at Stephen, she was sure of it. She was sure her eye had turned red. Where was Stephen anyways, Aimi hadn't seen him since this morning. 

"Do you know where Stephen is?" Aimi asked. 

"Have a crush on him already do you?" Jessica said.

"No, I'm just wondering, I haven't seen him since this morning." Aimi said. Speaking of crushes, how are things with Jason?"

"Well, since your accident, we haven't talked once." Jessica said.  "I'm over him anyways. I seen him hanging around with Rachael a lot, so I got the message."

Aimi wasn't really paying attention to Jessica's story. Her thoughts were more concerned with Stephen. Just who was he? And why did Aimi's eye change colour when she saw him? She needed to find out.