On top or side is moonlight by Grace Vanderwaal.

"Drink this medicine." Says 'Grandma.' She reached the hospital a little after sunset. Her eyes seem a little glassy. But she wasn't wearing anything black. She wore cream pants and button- down t shirt.

"But it tastes disgusting." I repeat again, trying to get as far away from the medicine as possible, like the medicine might kill me.

"The more you heal the faster you can be out of this hospital." She got me there.

I drink the medicine.

Yuck, it tastes worse than cow dung. Have I eaten cow dung? If not, I'm not planning to.

"I want to drink it." Says Travis.

"Don't regret it, Kiddo." Says 'Grandma' and gives Travis some of my medicine on a spoon.

He drinks it and the colour drains from his face. He starts yelling. "Grandma gave me poison." He runs to his mother. "Mom I'm too young to die."

We all start laughing. Riley and Miley are sitting on the spare bed. Uncle Jamie is leaning against the wall. Aunt Amanda now sits at the end of my bed with Travis. Grandma on chair beside my bed.

"Stop being dramatic, Travis." Says Miley in between her laughs.

"You asked for it." Says Grandma with a grin.

"Grandma, when will I discharge?" I ask.

"Possibly today."

"Is my parents and Peyton coming to see me?" I ask. I recently remember the name of the girl from my memories. Peyton, my nine- year- old sister. As soon as I asked this the room fell silent. I look around and every face is blank

As soon as I asked this the room fell silent. I look around and every face is blank except Travis's whose face still is in the disgust of the medicine.

At last Grandma broke the silence "Well, they are in Hawaii."

"Hawaii?"

"They won a lottery ticket. You probably don't remember, right?"

I nod my head. "Why didn't I go?"

"It was only three tickets."

"Oh..." I trail off.

An awkward silence fell in the room. I don't know why but I feel like I'm missing something. The silence is broken by a knock on the door. Everyone's head turns towards the door (Except Travis who is now drinking a lot of water to drain the medicine's taste).

Dr. Waters enters the room. A clip board in her left hand and a pen in her right hand. The Bryant's stare at her intimidating yet beautiful figure.

"Are you a ghost?" Travis asks walking towards the doctor.

"No." A smile making her even creepier.

Travis touches Dr. Water's hand. "So, you are not a vampire."

"No."

Travis turned to look at his mother. "Mommy I want to be like this on Halloween."

Aunt Amanda smiles awkwardly not sure whether to reply.

"You are one cute child." Dr. Waters then turns to look at me. "Jade you can discharge today. If you don't feel well, you can stay."

I am relieved. At last I'll be able to get out of this creepy gown.

Dr. Waters smiles and then goes out of the room. I turn to Grandma. "How long have I been here, anyway?"

"Three weeks,"

"When am I leaving?"

"As soon as you collect your things and medicines."

I look around for 'my things.' Nothing to pack. "Seems like there is nothing to pack." I look down at my clothes. "Is there anything else for me to wear?"

"Oh... yes, yes. I almost forgot." Grandma gets up and takes some clothes from a bag I didn't see she had.

She gives me my clothes. A large T-Shirt and sweatpants. Just the clothes that I want to wear now.

By the time I changed and discharged from the hospital, night has fallen. We all head to a restaurant to fill ourselves.

Sitting here in the restaurant, I feel an affinity with this place. I felt like I've been here a lot more than now.

"What would you all like to order?"

***

"We can talk tomorrow," says Grandma, yawning. I've been asking her many questions about myself. "'Night." She leaves me alone in my room.

It's almost eleven. Everyone will be asleep. I lie in bed trying to sleep. But I don't feel tired at all.

The room is too silent which will bring back the ringing into my ears.

So, I get up and start to really examine my room. Small but cozy. Many books on a shelf in the farthest corner. A table by one of the three windows. A board filled with many articles, sticky notes and other papers. My bed is a four-poster bed and six dream catchers hung on each side. There is a window in front of which there is a cushioned space to sit. I walk towards the window and sit there looking out of the window. I see an old man sitting across the road his clothes torn and ragged. Hair and beard overgrown eyes so tiny. He held a sign with his hand that said, 'I am today's tomorrow.' Why isn't he sleeping? Maybe he can't sleep like me. Looking around in my room I feel like I'm home. But feeling yourself at home is quite.... different.

Guess, until sleep comes, I'll do some investigation about myself.

Before getting up from the windowsill, I notice something hanging from the wall before the window. It was half covered by the window's curtain, the other half exposed; showing the curvy end of something... familiar... I know what it is.

Before guessing what it is, I take it from the wall. In my hand I hold a concert sized ukulele. It had delicate designs of flowers on it. The color an elegant maroon, the moon's light making it seem blood red.

The strings, I get the feeling that I knew how to play. Scratch that, I know how to play it.

My fingers start to move on its own on the ukulele. I start finger picking on my ukulele.

I repeat the rhyme same twice and as on cue my mouth also works on its own.

I sing moonlight by Grace VanderWaal as my body started moving along with the beat I feel that the tunes are about to change. I start to strum down. As I strum I sang .Oh! The chorus is coming.

I sing and strum as I forgot to keep track of the chords in my mind because my fingers knew it better than my mind.

To the end of the song I was dancing, singing and strumming fluently without any mistake.

The music died as the song ended. And my room fell silent again. Sleep still refused to come to me, so I continue to investigate about myself.

I kept my ukulele back in its place and head towards a cupboard on the furthest end. I open the cupboard and find my clothes in it. My eyes drift from each outfit till they settle on one clothe. I pick it from there and wore the white cotton.

After changing into the clothes, I look at myself in the mirror. Wow, I look taller and paler than usual.

The uniform of Taekwondo. That's what I wore. The black neckline highlighted my pale skin. Kimono sleeves, touching my arm. The top had two slits on either side, it ended on my thighs. White loose pants hang from my waist.

The emblem of World Taekwondo Federation (WTF) on my right chest. On the v-shaped necklines end the brand of the company who made this uniform on my left arm the flag of Canada and on my eight arm the flag of South Korea.

I turned myself to see my back. There on the upper part of my back in black is written Taekwondo in bold letters with red boarders.

Altogether I looked like a walking marshmallow. I didn't wear the belt to shape my uniform. Now where is this belt? It's where the uniform was kept. So... I suppose I should start to search.

After rummaging for quite some time I find my belt. My mind knew which rank this belt represented. Sixth rank, blue-one. I tie the belt, the end where there is red shone brightly on the blue.

I don't know what happened but seeing myself like this I felt like I need to do some action.

I move back slightly and do a pose, jump and do a scissor kick in the air, then land straight on my legs like a cat. Pain shot up from my spine after landing.

"Aaa!." I scream as I wrap my arms around my stomach.

Tears begin to come out of my eyes as I scream in agony. I bend and then lie on the floor for a while. But soon I hear footsteps. My door creaks open as I see two legs approach me.

"What is it? What's the matter?" Concern fills Grandma's voice.

"Nothing. Just did a stunt an- Oww!"

Grandma speaks no more and helps me get up and move to my bed. I lie there still crying when Grandma rushes down and comes back up faster than anyone of her age can.

She held a tablet and a glass of water as she approached me. "Drink this." She handed it to me.

Not bothering to sit, I take the tablet and drink the water. I hand the glass back to grandma.

"What was the medicine?" I say after some pain has gone.

"Sleeping pills..." Her voice turns wary as my mind forgets its pain and goes deep into the darkness....

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