A/N: Hello guys. Haha. Uhm, Here's a new story I've thought. I hope you like it. Uhm, also please read and review one of my Gossip Girl Fan Fictions, The Day She Died Inside. I hope you like that one too. Please Read and Review this one, it is much appreciated.

Summary: Blair's in a coma because of a car accident she has incurred. In three years she has lay in the hospital bed, she has awakened and she doesn't remember a single memory of the crash and the things that she remembers are these: Serena is her best friend, Nate is JUST her boy friend, she has another friend but she can't name him and other childhood memories. Now, that she's awake, flashbacks throughout the course of this story happen as she remembers memories before the crash.

Title: The Forgotten Memories

Chapter One: Awake

Blair POV

Blank. I feel Blank. It is Dark. I feel Numb. I feel an impact. As if I was hit by a car, by a truck. It pains me. I don't know why this is happening. My head hurts. I can't properly move one finger. There's this like pricking sensation all over me. Amidst the coldness that I feel inside of me, there was this warmth the touched my hand. I am shaking but still I can't move. It's like my blood were stuck in one place and stayed there for a very long period of time. From the sound that I have been hearing for the past few minutes my eyes began to open, I'm in the hospital. As I opened my eyes I heard a mumble near me. It was a very familiar voice.

"B?" that voice asked me.

I tried looking all over the room, but I can't find that voice. I may have gone blind. Well, I guess not. I saw blond locks. Long blond locks that smell like lavender. It was Serena.

Wow, Serena's change a lot. I do remember we're still in the 9th grade. Why is she this tall? Why is she this mature looking lady in her early 20s? Is she really Serena? For all I know she's a bit taller than me, yes, but not 5'11 tall. Nuh-uh. Why isn't she wearing her school uniform? I assume it's a school day today. But, it's so weird. How is this happening? The last thing I remembered were she was just my best friend who is I think trying to back stabbing me because of Nate, and Nate, my boyfriend Nate, where is he?

"Nate?" I asked for him. He didn't answer. Was he here?

"B, Nate isn't here." From the looks and sound of it he really wasn't here. But why am I here? Is something wrong with me? Am I dead or something, oh, right, I'm living, breathing, but what is my business here in this filth infested place I call the hospital.

A doctor came in with a clipboard in hand. He had a small smile on his face seeing that I have awakened to something I really don't know. He called for Serena so he could discuss something with her maybe about me.

Until now, I still can't move any of my fingers or my toes at that. I am still shaking. I just don't know how to move it. I struggled a bit. Still, no hope. Serena came in after a minute or two who had had a discussion about me outside.

"Hello, Ms. Waldorf," the doctor started. I looked at him. He was old, very old. He had white hair. He had a lot of age spots, a wrinkly forehead, wrinkly neck, wrinkly everything. His name was Dr. Araby.

"Welcome back, you have been in a coma for the past three and a half years. I am fortunate to tell you that with your car accident,"

Oh so that's what caused this.

"You have a minor head injury but nothing that severe. It's actually a miracle hearing this. However, you had broken legs and ribs but now everything's fine. You actually have a good healing process unlike our patients who took 10 years for recovery. As you can see Ms. Waldorf, you can't move your fingers, legs, toes and other jointed body parts. Our professional therapists will help you get through that in weeks or months time, 6 months at the latest,"

6 MONTHS!

"But Ms. Waldorf, here's a bit of bad news, having the head of injury it affected your memory. What's the latest memory you've remembered?"

"The latest… I remember that Serena and I are still in the 9th grade sitting at the steps of the MET enjoying a nice yogurt."

"I see, some of our patients are also like you Ms. Waldorf, but in months or years time, you will opt to remember some memories after 9th grade and before the crash. It will take time Ms. Waldorf, but it'll be worth the wait," the doctor finally said giving me hope.

I heard someone open the door, it was my mom. She had really changed. Who's that man beside her? He's… small… and weird looking by the way he smiles.

"BLAIR!" Mom shouted.

I smiled.

"Uh, Mom, I'm not deaf, I just had a coma."

"Oh sorry,"

"You've changed ma, did you cut your hair, did you gain, lose weight? What?"

"I have a new husband,"

Husband? I don't recall her having a husband. A new one at that. Daddy is the only husband rather ex-husband that I remember.

"This is Cyrus, Blair, don't you remember?"

I glanced at Serena.

"Oh, Eleanor, Blair lost a chunk of her memory before the crash and after the lunch we had in 9th grade." Serena explained.

"Oh my,"

I missed a lot. Sigh. I guess, my memory would have to get back on its own. I hope it comes soon.