Hospitals are not my favorite place, but hey, whatever gets me out of piano lessons.

My dad is talking about... Something... I don't know. I'm not really listening. I'm too busy thinking about my dreams and my story.

I stop walking when something catches my eye. I see a boy, about fourteen, black shaggy hair, and white hospital pajamas. I stand in the doorway and my jaw drops.

He is painting. Not painting something, like normal people paint. His art should be in a freaking museum. Then I notice what he is painting. The gates of hell from my nightmares.

He turns around and looks at me. Seeing his face... Suddenly there's a sharp pain in my head and feel myself hit the ground. Everything is spinning, but I thought I saw something... Like an image... Like a memory...

I struggle to sit up and stand. I see the boy standing in the doorway looking worriedly at me. "I'm fine," I say smiling. He smiles and a blush creeps on his face. I see my dad talking to another doctor and look back at the boy. I swear it's almost like I know him... But I know for a fact that I have never seen him before.

He goes back to his painting and I run to catch up with my dad.