Ok so I did some stuff about a girl named Ally. No, she doesn't exist but she's important to the story so just pretend that she existed K? K.

Angelica POV

In a strange in between, nothing truly exists. I ran through an empty world. I heard a voice call from somewhere far, far away, "This might hurt. Hold in there, Angie." I wanted to call back, but my voice didn't work. The voice spoke once more. "Even if this hurts like hell, remember that it is 100% safe. Because you have to focus. You need to find the damaged part of your mind... And fix it. You can't run or walk there. You must think your way there. Get ready!" There was a moment of silence. Then the whole world swirled in colors. Every single one of my senses was overstimulated. Colors and sounds spun through the world. Invisible walls squeezed me and I could somehow taste and smell phantom... Things.

I focused on one color, a shade of blue. It filled my vision and faded into a distant memory. It wasn't clear. I couldn't tell what was happening. Then the colors started up again. Are they really going to make me try out colors until I find the damaged one? I spun around over and over, and found.....! Absolutely nothing helpful. I focused on a crimson red, and suddenly a flood of repressed memories consumed me. I couldn't stand anymore. I sunk to my knees. The memories covered my mind. The trip. It was on the trip.

She was choking. Choking on air, on nothing. She was bleeding. The blood poured from the small tear in her shirt. She couldn't even cough. It hurt too much. Air reluctantly flowed in and out of her mouth. She could barely whisper, but she did anyway. "Angie... Do you remember us being little? When we would..." She gasped for air and choked on it a moment. "When... We would... Play.... On the trains?" Yes, once, long ago, we played on the fake trains we built. They crashed. She was hurt. Ally was hurt. And now, she was hurt again. I couldn't do anything.

Her final breath was meaningful and deep. Because it held words. She was gripping my hand with a strength I didn't recognize from her. She took one huge breath, and whispered, "I know I was never perfect. Don't pretend I was... After I'm gone."  I sobbed, "Ally! Ally, no..."Then she exhaled... And she was gone. I sat by her for hours longer.  Or, at least I think it was hours. I was just... Beside her... For a long... long... Time...

I gasped, and entered the swirl of colors once again. This time, it seemed like the colors were telling me something. Through my own intuition... I noticed something. The shade of blue and red that I had remembered... Were gone. Without a trace. They weren't in the swirl of colors. Not at all... And then, somehow, I knew exactly what was going on.

I hadn't figured it out. It had been given to me. Theo hadn't hurt my brain-- Just my skull. She had woken up my mind. All of my repressed memories were being woken up. And they were being shown through these colors. Every single color was a memory I had forgotten or repressed. The blue that was blurry must have been something I would have forgotten anyway. Once I had realized this, the colors swirled around me, one by one, forcing in all the memories I had destroyed. I realized one last thing before diving into the swirl of memories. This entire swirl was the broken part I had to fix. 

The memories pinched my mind to remember. As they all flooded back, I was kicked, embarrassed, hurt, and disappointed. It went on... and on... and.... on....

Peggy POV

"What's happening?" I shrieked. The only response I got was, "She's going inside her own head." That's... Not very helpful. I sat next to her. I stayed there for hours, until suddenly... She gasped, opened her eyes wide, and grabbed my arm. "Peggy?!" "Angie!" She turned to me and smiled. "I found everything I'd repressed. I'm feeling... Relieved. I can go to the dance. I think."

I'm sorry to anyone who is now crying at school or something