They sat on the sand of the beach. She hugged her legs to her chest and rested her chin on her knees, staring off into the sunset. He lay next to her, folding his arms behind his head. Letting his eyes shut and just listen to the water.
"Wouldn't it be nice if everyday was like this?" She asked quietly. He smiled.
"Yeah. It would."

A splatter of crimson erased the memory in instant. It took away the happiness. Bringing her back to the cruel reality. Beat? It's happened to her before. But never this badly. She laid in her own puddle of blood. Her entire body was probably crimson read. But she couldn't see that far. The only thing she could see was a blurry figure of him. Crazy green hair, stained white face and purple clothing. That and the metal crowbar that's been getting smacked into her face and body for the past hour. Was it an hour? It felt like days. Maybe weeks! She couldn't remember, the only thing she could remember was how much pain she was in.

An insane cackling broke into her ears. That, along with the constant ringing made her head hurt. It felt like something was inside her brain, kicking at it and hitting it with all sorts of things, trying to get out. She bit her lip, she wasn't going to show weakness. She couldn't give him that satisfaction. She held in the scream, while the blood from her bite seeped in and blended with the rest of the blood that covered her face. Suddenly, the beating stopped. A door opened, she could tell that much. Then, a familiar, firm voice ordered "Stop!" That hideous cackle came again. The person was ignored as another whack was connected into her stomach. This time, she did scream out. A few tears streamed from her face, they cleaned some of the blood.

"I said stop!" The person tackled the green haired man. She could tell the person was a man now. She started to drift off, only the voice kept her there. "Stay with me, come on. Don't go. You can do it. Just stay awake." Sirens blared in the background. She tried to stay awake, but the darkness was too strong in her weak state. And soon, it consumed her.

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Her eyes fluttered open. She kept them open, even though there was so much light in the room. It stung slightly, but she ignored it. She tried to sit up, but whimpered and fell back down. It hurt too much.

"Maggie! Are you alright!" She heard someone say.

"Maggie? I-I" She drew a blank. Who was Maggie? Obviously, it was her. But, she didn't feel like she was a Maggie?

"Maggie, you're in the hospital. Chris found you, are you alright?"

"Mom, that's a stupid question! Of course she's not alright." Too many voices,

"Shut up!" She yelled, and everything went quiet. Who was Chris? Who was Maggie? That couldn't be her. Her eyes adjusted to the bright light and an old woman and small boy were revealed. She assumed the woman was supposed to be her mom. But, she didn't remember even having a mom.

"Who are you?" She asked. "What happened and where am I?" She thought of adding more questions, but she stopped herself knowing that these were probably the most important. The woman froze, and for some reason the boy laughed. She tilted her head looking at him with confusion. "What's so funny." The boy stopped abruptly,

"Oh, you're being serious? You don't remember us?" There was a cough, and the three looked over at the door to see a doctor. He walked in with his clipboard.

"That's what I just came to tell you. Your daughter appears to be experiencing the case of Dissociative Amnesia. From the traumatic experience, possibly. But I'm sure once you bring her home and show her some belongings and family members she'll be good as new." The doctor explained, flipping through pages on his clipboard.

"Can you all stop ignoring me and answer my questions." She said.

"They will all be answered in time, Maggie. In time." The woman said, patting her shoulder.

"And stop calling me Maggie!" She yelled. She didn't know who this Maggie was, and it sure wasn't her. "I don't know you people! Just answer my questions!"

"At least we know she's still a pain in the butt." Another person chimed in. But this voice, this one was familiar. She looked back to the door, seeing the doctor leaving while another person took his place. He had short brown hair and brownish gold eyes. He couldn't be that much older than herself. He was wearing a white t-shirt with black jeans. Now that she was actually looking at what someone looked like, she wondered what she looked like.

"Who are you?" She asked the guy. She was truly curious, unlike when she had asked the woman. She had no interested in them anymore, she only wanted to know who he was.

"I'm Chris. The one that saved you." He stated proudly.

"Yes, he's your friend. He had been there with you last night, but had escaped and got help." The woman said,

"Help for what?" She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to remember.

An insane cackling- She screamed. No. She didn't want to remember. She didn't want to know what these people were talking about.

"Leave me alone! Go away!" She said. The woman broke down crying at that moment. Startling her.

"It's worse than we thought!" The woman whaled. Chris grabbed the woman by her arm and pulled her to her feet.

"C'mon. We'll come back tomorrow." He said, walking out the door along with the boy.

"No! I don't want you back!" She screamed. They were going to make her remember. She didn't want that, she was never going to remember. Whatever it was that had happened to her that made her forget was a bad thing. And she wasn't going to be hurt. Even if that meant forgetting everything else that had to do with her life.

Darkness. That was all she saw.

"Do you know where you are?" A voice asked. It was familiar, in a way. But she couldn't place her finger on it.

"No." She heard herself say. Out of the darkness a white light was turned on. Revealing her in a chair, she wasn't tied. But it seemed as if she was stuck there. Another light was turned on not far from where she sat. And out from the shadows he walked. His hair was like a green lions mane boarding his ghost white face. It was so white, it looked as if it had been painted on. But no, something had happened to him to make him the monster he is today. He held something in his hands. A metal pipe. "Please," She begged, but he ignored her as he walked over, pulled his arms back and swung.

She sat up in bed, screaming. Almost immediately someone was at her side. Asking her questions. "What's the matter? Did something happen? Are you alright?" She looked at her surroundings. She was still in the hospital. She was safe.

"I," Pausing, she debated whether or not she was fine. 'I'm going crazy, but other than that I'm fine. Thanks for asking.' She thought of saying, "I'm alright. Nothing happened." She said instead. Soon everyone left again. She rolled over in the bed. Her eyes wide open. She wasn't going to be getting any sleep any time soon. She stayed up, constantly asking her the same question, over and over. 'Who am I?'