I woke up. Where was I? I was lying in a hard lumpy bed, machines around me and a bedside table with a bunch of flowers and quite a few 'get well soon' cards. I tried to push myself up with my arms, but found that my right arm was in a cast. Must of broken it. I lay back down as the pain started to surge through my right arm. Yup, definitely broken. I must be in a hospital, the, too. A lady dressed in a white dress came in. She looked as if she was in her late 20's or early 30's.

"Oh, you're awake." She smiled. I nodded in reply.

"Where… are my family?" I asked. My voice sounded croaky and seemed like it took a lot to say one word.

"Oh, erm, they just went to get lunch. They'll be back in a minute." She replied, still smiling reassuringly. I smiled back and nodded as she walked over to me.

"So how are you feeling?" It was her asking the question now.

"Um, alright. My arm hurts a bit though," I looked down at it. "What happened to me? Why am I here?"

"Well- Oh, you're family are back. I'll let them explain it to you." She smiled yet again and then walked out of the room. She stopped by a couple and four children, and then carried on with her duties.

The family she had just talked to seemed to be heading in the direction of my room. No, they were coming to me.

The lady smiled and gave me a hug.

"Nikki, you're awake!" She squealed. Hmm… Nikki sounds familiar. Wait a minute, Nikki is my name!! And… and the lady is… is… oh, it's gone.

"Umm, no offense, like, but… who are you guys?" I asked in confusion. The shorter guy with the curly hair's jaw dropped, the guy with the straight hair just stared at me, as did the little kid, the taller guy with the curly hair's eyes opened a LOT more and the man came and sat down next to me.

"Nix, we're you're-" Before the man could say anything else another man, probably one of the doctors, came and asked if he could speak to that family.

I started to think. If I couldn't remember them, but they could remember me, do you think I could have lost some of my memory? Hmm, let's see… last thing I could remember… Ooh, I got it! A little boy. I was playing with him. He couldn't have been more than… five. He could maybe pass for six. His name… I can't remember. Anyway, I was playing with his toy cars. I had the yellow one and he had he red one. We were racing them to see who could get theirs to the bottom of the stairs first. Oh, now I remember! His name was Frankie! And he WAS five! And… he- he was my brother. I have a brother.

Let's see… can I remember anything else? I was trying so hard to remember, but I couldn't. I was racking my brain, almost giving myself a headache. Ouch. I actually gave myself a headache. The family came back in.

The little boy!! The kid! He looked exactly like my brother, maybe a bit older though!

"Frankie?" I asked. His face grew a grin and he rushed over to hug me. I smiled.

"Nikki!" Frankie cried.

Wait.

This means they're my family. That's my mom, the woman is. Well, hopefully. And hopefully the man is my dad, and the three other boys and Frankie are my brothers. Wow, this was too much to take in. I was getting dizzy.

"Nikki? Nix? You DO remember us don't you?" The straight haired guy asked.

My smiled faded, and I shook my head. "But I kinda figured that you guys are my brothers," I turned the man and woman, "And you must be my parents."

"No way, Nikki, you gotta be joking. You have to remember us, right?" The shorter curly haired guy asked, his face saddened.

"I shook my head. "I'm not kidding. Sorry."

"Ok, well, Nix," I'm guessing that's a nickname. "I'm you're mom-"

"Wait." I ordered. I was having a flashback.

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"Mommy? Do you have to go to California on the business trip?" I asked, as a sweet six year old.

"Mmm hmm." She nodded, looking sorry.

"But why, mommy?" I whined.

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"Nix? Nikki? Nicole?!" Frankie yelled, snapping me back into the real world.

"Hmm? Oh, sorry." I apologized. I looked at her, and asked, "Mommy?"

"Yes, I'm you're mommy, why?" She asked, her eyes full of worry.

"I- I think I remember now. No, I do remember. You're my mommy." I confirmed.

She sighed. "Nix, do you remember anyone else?" She asked.

I shook my head.

"The last thing I can remember was… racing cars with Frankie down the stairs. I had the yellow and Frankie had the red." I remembered.

"Well that was only once, because the yellow was so much better than the red." Frankie informed. "And I let you have the yellow because it was your birthday. You're… ninth birthday."

Frankie smiled, knowing he'd done good.

"Nice one, Frankie." The straight haired guy smiled.

"Well how old am I now? Ten?" I asked.

"Thirteen." Mom replied. WHAT? … Four years of lost memories?! And more since I can only remember little bits of before that. Great. My life just came crashing down, but I can't remember it anyway! Ahhhhh!!!