11Summary: She woke up without any memory of her past experiences. She doesn't remember anything. When a mysterious girl visits her and tells her about her destiny. It is a very complicating choice to choose whether or not she can trust her. Femslash.
I don't know. I couldn't remember; was I a skeptic? Usually stories would start like that, "I'm a skeptic so I've never really believed in fantasies or vampires or werewolves" but I couldn't remember so I can't exactly explain how I got dragged into a mess like that. My mind was, to put it bluntly, blur and my eyes had just adjusted to the light piercing into my senses. I felt bad. Not sick. Just bad. A sickening guilty feeling gathered in the centre of my stomach, threatening to devour my whole body.
I woke up in a dim, hospital room with my arms strapped to some colorful IV. My arms were wrapped in bandages and my leg was heaved up so that it laid on a cast that was hanging from a pole. I couldn't open my left eye, and when my right eye did open I closed it again because a bright light was piercing into its socket. In fact, that was the only light casted amongst the room.
I opened my- uh, eye again and tried to adjust to the light. I did all I could not to scream when a piercing pain invaded my senses. I looked down to my hip, but couldn't see because a rather thick blanket covered almost my whole body besides my bandaged leg and head and arms. I wanted to see what had caused the pain in my hip, but at that moment I realized that I couldn't really move.
I was trapped in a hospital room with the monitor running. Somehow that statement sounded eerily familiar in my head.
That was when I realized I didn't remember anything. I didn't remember my name, I didn't remember my age and I certainly didn't remember how I got involved with the hospital in the first place. I blinked and groaned as my head hit the bed board. I couldn't deal with this right now. A sickening lurch emerged from the pit of my stomach and I bit back the urge to puke. Like I said before, I felt bad.
At that exact moment, the door opened. A girl with long brown hair, clad in a button-up plaid shirt with a plaid miniskirt to match, and amazing light slate blue eyes bordering on purple, entered the dim room. She was wearing black tights that reached just below the knee, her hair was let loose in curly waves, her right hand was gripping a bag that was hosted over her shoulder and her accessories screamed 'I'm way rich, bitch!'. Plus, she was wearing cute blue ballet flats. It all seemed to match up to her face, which looked incredibly innocent, and there was almost a label on her forehead saying 'I'm just an average girl that uses her money for fun but not intentionally waste them and I love treating people nicely!'.
She entered the room and closed the door behind her, leaning against it and examining me with her grippingly cold blue eyes. If I had only saw her eyes, I'd seriously thought she'd be extremely mean. Her eyes were big, not too big to think she's an owl, but they were big enough to think that she could pull off that innocent barbie girl look.
"The nurses told me you were awake…" Her voice was quiet and kept in as if she was afraid to frighten me. "How are you feeling?"
Just that statement left me afraid. The reality of the fact that I was actually in the hospital with no memories whatsoever hit me and I shivered inwardly, my eyebrows facing downwards and my lips curling into a frown. "Who are you?" My voice was hoarse and rough, as if I hadn't spoken in years. When my lips parted, I almost gagged at the taste of my breath. I hated the taste of morning breath, and when I spoke it felt like I was spitting out venom.
The girl was unfazed by this, and instead she merely walked up to the chair next to my bed and plopped her bag down onto the floor, propping herself comfortably on the chair. Suddenly, she didn't look any more innocent than she just did, instead she looked intimidating and hidden.
"I was hoping for this."
I raised an eyebrow. "For what?"
"Can you remember anything?"
"If I could, I bet you wouldn't be in this room right now, would you?" For some reason, a little part of me knew at that moment that this girl wasn't a friend or a relative. Instead, I knew that she had something to do with me being in a hospital.
She smirked. "You didn't lose your sarcasm at all." She adjusted her legs so that they were seated on the arm of the comfortably cushioned chair while her back leaned on the other arm. "But seriously, do you remember anything? Anything at all?"
I shook my head, but instantly winced when the pain burst in my forehead. I clenched my teeth and leaned against the headboard as the pain spread. I closed my eyes, but that only doubled the pain.
I suddenly felt a cool hand on my forehead. The hand was very, very cold. Yet, the moment it touched my skin the pain went away. I opened my eyes and stared at the plaid girl from just now. Her eyes were now narrowed in worry and her lips were curled down into a frown. "Stop overthinking."
I frowned but decided in my head that she was right. The more I try to over think, and the more I use any actions involving any part of my body, the more the pain will kick in. So I decided to merely go back to my previously unanswered question. "Who are you?"
Her smirk was back, and she lifted her hand up from my forehead. She walked back to the chair and sat back in the same position as before. "Don't worry. We're not strangers. We don't really like each other very much though."
My eyes narrowed. Thank god the pain didn't come back. "Then why are you here?"
She paused. "Because your state is somehow my fault."
I knew it. I glared at her and turned away to the window, frowning. She followed my gaze and stood up. Without meeting my gaze or asking my opinion, she pushed the curtains apart and pulled the window up, inhaling when the night breeze danced across her hair. I realized the moon was up. I then noticed the true beauty of the stranger by the window. Her brown hair was actually more to the side of sandy blonde with light blonde highlights. Her eyes were more to blue yet purple flinted the edges, her lips were a natural pink-ish yet it made her look very mysterious.
She turned to me and smiled. I couldv'e sworn I recognized that smile. "Better?"
"Yes."
She looked out the window. "They call me Brooke Ashton."
"Who's 'they'?"
She turned to me with a monotonic expression but the smirk was still in place. "My friends?"
"Oh so you have them."
She laughed. A cool, sickeningly sweet laugh. "Yes, I do."
I turned to the small, yellow clock by the corner of the room and grunted. It was 3 in the morning. "So what exactly happened?"
When I turned my gaze back to the window, she was then sitting on the railings with her eyes trailed to the streets. I hesitated at the thought of her falling. "What are you—"
"You got into an accident. Duh." She cut me off, not turning to me. I growled.
"Yeah but what kind of accid—"
"It involves a tall building."
I raised an eyebrow.
"Let's just say, when the doctors come by to ask how are you feeling and what you remember, say nothing. Oh, and don't mention me please." She said innocently, smiling at me with her eyes closed. "Plus, they'll tell you about the accident. Clayton will probably come too."
I didn't understand anything she was saying. Doctors? Accident? Clayton? It was all a blur mess and the sentence was mixed up and sounded more like something an elephant would blurt out. "What are you talking about?"
She laughed again, almost as if it was her intention to mess me up. "Nothing. Forget it." She paused and got down from the railing. Once her feet touched the ground, she flipped her hair and sauntered to her bag. "Just make sure you don't mention me when the doctors ask of anything. Especially if a guy comes in and claims he's from your school."
She took her bag and walked to the door. "See ya', Ember."
Ember?
But she had already shut the door. I frowned and sighed, closing my eyes once again. Suddenly a feeling of loneliness overpowered my chest and I was forced to stare at the ceiling thinking about nothing. But apparently, if I think about nothing the pain comes back. So when that sting hit my head again I nearly shouted. Instead, my gaze turned to the transparent bag attached to the pole next to me. I groaned and closed my eyes again. I tried to sleep. And fortunately, I ended drifting into a state of unconsciousness.
There were noises around me, as if people were talking. And I could tell that there were more than one of them. I tried to open my eyes, and fortunately they weren't as heavy as they were before when I opened them. This time, it was morning. I could tell by the sunlight brightening the room from the window. It was still open from last night. Then the memory hit me. Last night…
I still couldn't remember anything. But I could remember her. Brooke Ashton. Who was she? Was it a dream? No… It couldn't have been.
"Oh my god. Aunt Hudson, she's awake!"
I turned my gaze to the boy that had spoken. His eyes were surrounded by an annoyingly cheerful spark and his smile was so wide it couldv'e torn his face in half. His teeth was very white, so white it couldv'e been in a toothpaste commercial. His eyes were a yellow-ish brown and it made him look very cute. His hair was short by the side and spiky on top, plus it was sandy blonde but lighter than Brooke's hair. He looked like an average all american boy, yet something was hidden in his handsome features that I couldn't quite identify at that moment.
"E-Ember?"
This time, it was a woman who had spoke. Before I could examine her, she ran to me and nearly had me in a bone-crushing hug, but the all american boy stopped her.
"A-Aunt Hudson, she's still weak!"
A man cladded in a white coat came up to the woman and pushed her back a little. "The boy is right. She is still in a very wounded state. So she may be very pained if you try to develop her in any physical contact."
The woman hesitated but nodded. "Ember…? Do you remember me?"
I blinked. I couldn't remember her. I just couldn't.
The doctor turned to me and smiled. It didn't faze me cause I knew he used it on all his patients. "You okay, Ms. Hudson? Do you remember anything?"
I groaned. "I'm sorry. Hudson?"
The doctor sighed. "So it is unfortunately true." He then turned to the three people standing by the corner. One was the all American dude, the other was the woman and another one was a man looking near to his forties or fifties. He had his hands stuffed into his pockets and his face in a serious frown. "I'm sorry. But it seems as if Amber has lost her memory."
The woman gasp, and the man cringed. The all American dude, however, merely frowned. "It's Ember. Not Amber." Apparently, it's pronounced, Em-berr not Am-berr. It may look the same but the pronounciation is slightly different.
The doctor nearly rolled his eyes, I could tell, but instead he settled for a loud sigh through his nose. "Okay. Ember," He emphasized the name. "has unfortunately lost her memory. So I would advise for you guys to not push her into trying to regain it back. It may hurt." At that, he gave the clipboard he was holding to the boy and sauntered off the room.
The boy scowled and went up to me. "You remember me, Em?"
I tried to remember him. But I really didn't. "No."
He sighed. "Figures. I'm your childhood friend. I'm also from your school and from your class. I'm pretty sure you consider me your best friend." He explained cockily, trying to form some humour. "My name's Clayton Walsh."
'Clayton will probably come too.' 'Especially if a guy comes in and claims he's from your school.' I hesitated. Brooke told me not to tell anybody, especially not him… But who am I to trust her? I didn't even know her and she was already telling me to not tell anyone!
I was about to ask him about her when the woman came up next to him, worry plastered all over her face. She looked Australian, with light blue eyes and curly blonde hair. She looked around forty to fifty, as the same age as the man, but she also looked surprisingly fit.
"Ember! Do you remember me? Your mother?"
I shook my head slightly and it doubled her frown. "Oh no."
Clayton turned to the man. "How about him? He's your father after all."
I shook my head again and the man sighed, turning away.
"Oh dear, oh dear." My 'mother' started to panic as she paced up and down the room. "What has happened? Why to my girl? Why?"
So I'm a girl… I know it's a rather stupid thing to think. But c'mon, I couldn't even remember my own gender so it felt pretty nice to finally get it confirmed. Plus, everyone kept calling me Ember, so I was guessing that it's my name. Ember… Hudson, yeah?
"My name is—"
"—Ember," He paused and smiled. "Yes, your name is Ember. Ember Hudson." Clayton said.
I nodded and looked around. "What happened?"
"The worst possible thing!" The woman exclaimed, sitting on the chair next to my bed. It was the chair that Brooke sat in. "You fell off the empire state building!"
My eyes widened. I didn't remember anything from my past, but I did remember the general knowledges like places and things. And it totally took me by surprise when she said that I had fallen off the tallest building in Manhattan. "What?"
The woman nodded. "It was horrifying! You called us up at 12 in the morning saying that you loved us and that you'll never stop loving us. Then suddenly, the line went dead. Your father turned the television on and we saw how you jumped off the building. We instantly rushed over there and we didn't really know what happened but—"
"—It was a miracle." Clayton interrupted, looking at me seriously, for once. "In mid-air, you were caught by some sort of obstacle and even though you did hit the ground, it had much, much, much less damage than what couldv'e been." He paused. "I was there when you jumped. You were with me when you asked me to stay at the foot of the building."
I hesitated. "I jumped? At my own will?"
Finally, the man spoke. "Well, you can't expect yourself to be jumping at someone else's will now can you?" His words were sharp but his voice hinted pain and hurt.
The woman glared at him. "Henry!" She snapped. He hesitated.
"Sorry."
I turned to Clayton. "When will I be able to get out?"
"Well, this is a miracle already. You surviving and everything," He mumbled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. "But um, another miracle is happening and the doctors said your wounds and bleeding are healing miraculously fast. So in estimation, you might be able to move again in about a week or so."
I sighed when Brooke, once again, entered my mind. "Do you know anyone named Brooke Ashton?"
Instantly, the atmosphere around me darkened. Even my so called parents flinched and paused. Clayton's eyes narrowed and he glared at me. "Why?" He asked, his voice scarily sharp and dangerous. "Do you remember her?"
I hesitated. "Um…" I didn't really want to tell them, considering she seemed as if a person I could trust and they seemed… Well, fake. "Yeah. Let's just say that."
He turned away and rubbed his temples. "Shit." He then turned to the elderly couple that they call my parents. "How about that. The only person she remembers is the person who caused her all of this."
The woman snorted. "Whatever. Just make sure she doesn't get influnced with her ever again. We're counting on you, Clayton."
The boy nodded and turned to me again, smirking when he registered my confused and fearful look. "She's nothing. Just forget about her. She's dangerous and she's completely up to no good. Don't trust her." He paused. "You can trust us though."
I nearly laughed. This guy expected me to trust him and the two behind him just because they claim to be my 'friends and family'? For all I know, they couldv'e been actors and actresses hired by some evil enemies to put me into some… mind control or something. They seemed so fake and so untrustworthy, yet when I think back to Brooke…
"How old am I?"
Clayton smiled, the atmosphere once again returning cheerful, pff. The irony. "Okay then, I'm gonna tell you right now everything I know about you." He looked thoughtful for a minute before blurting everything out. And when he said, everything, he seriously meant, everything.
"Your name is Ember Hudson, you're 17 at Junior year in ThorsTobe Academy, you're popular and almost everyone loves you. Though you have a pretty hot temper, we seem to love that part of you too. Your best friend is preferably me, maybe, or Terra Hastings, the lead cheerleader in our school. Your achedemic is sloppy at times but people love your athletical ability. You think romance movies are cliché and cheesy, that's why you always watch them cause you claim yourself to be a romantic cheeseball,"
He didn't pause. He just kept blabbering. And for a minute, a quarter of my memories came back.
"They always say you're either dating me or Brian Walton, but you confirm that you have no romantic feelings for neither of us last week and that gave everyone the thought that you're playing hard to get. You hate racism and sexism and you tend to stay away from books that shows any implication of them, plus you have a phobia of insects and you prefer Superman rather than Spiderman."
I raised a hand. "Okay, stop."
He smiled. "Did I help?"
"Maybe a little too much."
The woman smiled warmly and turned to Clayton. "I think she's had enough, Clayton. The doctor did ask us not to push it or anything."
Exactly as she said that, a nurse with long black hair and cute features entered. She looked like a teengar, but I could tell that she was at least twenty something. She turned to my parents then to Clayton, earning a flirtatious smile, but she wasn't fazed. "I'm sorry but visit hours are over. I have to check up on her and make sure she has her meds."
They all nodded, but the man was a little stiff. He was the first to leave, giving me one last glance before fully disappearing. The woman was next.
"I'll see you later, Ember." She whispered caringly. "And don't mind your father, he's just relieved." With that, she left.
Clayton turned to me and gave me a lop-sided smile that looked very familiar. "See you later, aligator." He said childishly. "Oh and like I said, don't trust that girl." I couldv'e heard the disgust in his voice even if I wore earmuffs. He left with another smile at the nurse, but again she just ignored him.
She walked up to me and continued with her fumbling around with the IV and stuff. I wasn't paying attention as I merely turned to the window in confusion. So much had gone on and I was still confused. Somehow the things Clayton said about me was vaguely familiar, yet I didn't think all of them were true… Sorta.
"You may want to stop thinking for awhile." The nurse mused, looking up at me.
I raised an eyebrow at her. "How do you know I'm thinking about something?"
"I've worked here long enough to know the reaction to patients'. Especially to those who have lost their memory or have amnesia."
"Aren't those the same things?"
"Somewhat."
I sighed and turned away again.
"But seriously though, I suggest you want to stop thinking cause this is gonna hurt abit."
I frowned and raised an eyebrow at her. "What's gonna hurt a b—Ow!"
She pinched the IV attached to my arm and slowly, yet painfully, pulled it out. I gasped and bit back the urge to scream out loud. Damn, that really hurt. She smiled at me when she finally managed to get the whole thing out. "Sorry about that. I had to make sure it's in affect. Thankfully, it is."
"What's in affect?"
"The IV."
I growled at her, knowing that I couldn't exactly get a general answer. I turned to my arm. The bandages were still there, but now blood was seeping into it. "H-Hey, is my blood suppose to be leaking out like that?"
"Yes." She then carefully lifted my arm and took out my bandages. It didn't exactly hurt, but it stung a bit when her nails scraped my skin. Over and over again, she kept apologizing cause it kept scraping my skin.
"Damn. For a nurse you got some panther claws."
She laughed at this. "Sorry. I keep reminding myself to cut them but I never get the chance." Finally, she pealed the bandage out and tossed it into the trashcan. Then, she grabbed a wet towel and wiped my arm. I winced and let out a small shriek. She continued wiping, unfazed.
"H-Hey," I started. "This morning, around 3 AM… Did anyone come to visit?"
She raised an eyebrow at me. "No."
"Are you sure? Were you on duty at that time?"
She chuckled a bit. "Girl, I work from 12 in the morning all the way to now. I did not, and trust me I got some good senses, see anyone enter your room."
I shivered. Did I see a ghost? Naw… I turned my gaze away and started to think. But just as she predicted, a stinging pain emerged from inside my head and I groaned.
"Hey now, I told you not to think. Once I put the IV back in, you'll be fine but for now, stop thinking."
I bit my lip and closed my eyes, trying to not think. But it just didn't work. Whenever I tried not to think, I concentrated so hard on trying not to that I end up thinking about trying not to think. It was a very complicating cycle that kept resulting to pain.
"Okay, let's do this." The nurse started. "Look at me."
I opened my eyes and looked at her. I noticed that she looked a lot like Vanessa Hudgens except slightly older and more… texas-ish. Huh. At least I remembered how Vanessa Hudgens looked like. Girl's pretty, yet she's pretty nasty.
"Just keep looking at me." She mumbled, offering me a smile. It was hard to smile back with the bubbly feeling coming up in my stomach. The feeling felt familiar. The feeling felt as if when a girl spots a guy that she like and she starts getting bubbly and—Holy shit, do I like girls? I hesitated when her fingers grazed my skin to smoothen the ragged spot where the IV entered.
"U-Um, how long is this gonna take?"
Instead of answering, she began to bandage my arm with a new set. She didn't open her mouth to speak, she merely kept her eyes on me the whole time. Her rather cheeky blue eyes. She looked as if she was examining me. Searching me. Exposing me… I gulped. What a turn-on.
Finally, before I knew it, she was finished. She didn't even look down at all, as if she was used to doing it all the time. She turned to the utilities on the table beside me and placed the gloves she was wearing on them. Eh? She was wearing gloves? I looked down at my arm and was surprised to see the two IV's in my veins. I didn't realize she had put them in.
"Okay, looks like you're done. Now," She paused to take a look at my other arm. "The other arm…"
I groaned and she laughed.
After another full hour, I was done. She did the same thing to my other arm. Except this time it was with three IV's, once again I cencentrated on her eyes and she had me mesmerized again. She changed the cast on my leg, claiming that if I don't get it changed it'll get itchy at some point. I finally was able to see my left leg. God, what a mess. My toes were all messed up and blue-ish, and my ankle was so swollen it looked like a bear's nose.
Finally, she took off my blanket and rolled up my hospital dress- Of course, I was wearing boxers (hehe). I gasped when I saw my hip. It was practically jutting to one side! That was what caused me pain. My bone was sticking out rather obviously to my left while the right barely had a bone to begin with. It was purple and bluish and my left abdomen was all purple and buldgy. I looked like something that came out from a swamp. The nurse actually hesitated when she saw it.
"Oh dear. I didn't think that it was this bad." She mumbled, shivering. She then started putting some lotion on it and massaging it a little. At each touch, I flinched and hesitated. It felt like fire and it hurt me so freaking badly.
Finally the hour was up and she rolled down my dress and pulled up the blankets. She turned to me and smiled. "There. All done. That wasn't so bad, now was it?"
I frowned and practically pouted. "Pff. Says the girl who did the nursing not the person who was nursed."
"Well, at least you're nursed to begin with."
I rolled my eyes as she made her way to the door. She opened it and paused just as she was about to leave. She turned to me, hesitance in her eyes. "You… Did you um…" She was very hesitant.
"What is it?"
"You said that… You saw someone enter your room this morning?"
I nodded.
"Was it a teenager with amazing slate blue eyes?"
I hesitated. "How did you know?"
"So it was?"
"Do you know her?"
She frowned. "Stop asking questions to my questions!"
"Fine. But first, do you know her?"
She hesitated again. "… Somewhat."
"Yes. She came in my room and told me not to tell anyone."
The nurse turned her back on me and nearly shut the door, but then once again she paused. "My name's Olivia, by the way."
I frowned but nodded, not as if she could've seen it. She shut the door and I was left alone again. But then, I didn't feel half as bad as I did that morning when Brooke had came in. I still needed some mouthwash, most definitely. But I didn't feel bad and the pain had soothed down. I looked up at the ceiling, wondering how I got into this mess.
Little did I know that with another few hours, I was about to get into a bigger mess…
So… Reviews anyone? Yes? No? Sigh.
I tried my best! I really wanted to do something where the main character isn't some average, pretty girl, I-can-get-anyone-I-want, I-can't-get-anyone-I-want, sexist, racist, annoying girl that appears in every damn story! But then again, the main character in this does seem kinda overrated.
Hey, I tried! –laughs-
But whatever. I hope y'all enjoy. My first story and already with the big descriptions. xD I think I overdid it with the descriptive writing at the beginning. Was it boring? :o Because I promise you, my writings are almost never like that. I'll try to add more dialogues yea. I'll make it damn interesting, trust me please!
So review please. :) Tell me whatcha think for my first try. Good? Bad? Slightly at the borderline of both? Gasp. Don't tell me it was terrible! That'll just hurt my feelings!
Okay, im weird. Sorry. Hehehe. But seriously, review please.
It'll mean the world to me!
-Kyle