Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Revenge, I Just Love It

A/N

This story is set after episode 3x10 when Emily is hospitalized after being shot by Daniel. Basically, the way I wrote it is that, the Emily Thorne (protaganist) introduced to us in the show, is like the Emily Thorne in my story, minus all the revenge motivation and plans. In my story there is no revenge against the Grayson's for framing David Clarke because she is not Amanda Clarke, she's Emily Thorne. You know how in the show Daniel is clueless about the Revenge thing and simply sees Emily Thorne as Emily Thorne, well that is how she is in my story . . . It's confusing to explain but it's quite simple and i'm sure you'll understand when you read my story.

The relationship between Emily Thorne and Daniel Grayson corresponds for the most part with what happens in the show, if you can imagine it without Emily's ulterior motive of revenge. So Emily Thorne came to the Hamptons, wholeheartedly fell in love with Daniel Grayson for pure reasons, they had their rough patch, worked through it, got engaged, broke it up, yearned for each other, finally got back together, planned to get married, had more problems in relationship (largely due to Sarah), got married (largely due to the fake pregnancy), then Daniel found out, shot her, in his drunken rage, and that's where my story starts.

Enjoy,

Chapter 1: Now I Am Haunted

"Wh-where, where am I?" Emily gasped as her eyes flew open and she looked around the white-paled room with startled brown eyes, her hand grasping onto the only other person in the room, a dark haired man, who would be quite handsome if it wasn't for the worn out, sullen look on his face.

Startled by her touch, he flinched slightly, before looking down at her, his brow furrowing in confusion at her disorientated state. "You're in the hospital" he responded slowly.

"Why?" she murmured confused and scared, finding the confinement of the hospital room and equipment suffocating. Trying to move around, she shifted uncomfortably on the bed to find that she had multiple tubes and equipment stuck to her and an intensifying pain coming from her stomach.

"What happened?" she asked, as a cold, silent tear slipped down helplessly from her eye.

"You don't know" he responded, his voice, slightly bitter and his face unreadable, "What do you remember?" he questioned tentatively immediately after.

She felt agitated and panic stricken, confused by the unknown; the blank space in her memory that she couldn't seem to fill, and it scared her. Her breathing got heavy and she sounded like she was going to cry, "Nothing, I don't remember anything".

Looking up at the dark haired man urgently, she murmured, her voice filled with such agony, "Please tell me... who am I?"

He looked down at her confused and conflicted, not knowing what to say or do; let alone how he felt. He hated her, that moment when he had shot her, he had hated her so much and in his blinding white fury he had done something unforgiveable, he had shot her. Watching her fall of the yacht, he was horrified and instinctively he had reached out trying to grab onto her, to pull her back on. Though what sickened him was his reasoning for that was not purely to save her but to save himself or his peace of mind.

He had thought she was dead, that the great Emily Thorne had died, but when he had gotten word that by some miracle she had survived and that the fisherman out late on the sea had found her and got her to the hospital in time, he didn't know what he had felt. He had never wanted her dead, but the thought of facing her after knowing how much pain she'd caused him from all her lies seemed unbearable. He was angry, so angry at her about the fake pregnancy but how could he show that after he'd shot her and nearly killed her? How could he be mad at her when what she did paled in comparison to what he did? How could he deal with the guilt of harming her? The women he had deeply loved and probably deep down still loved. How could he live with the anxiety of not knowing whether she was going to inform the police on him? It was all too much, especially the suffocating guilt.

"I'm sorry I have to go" he said slowly, pulling his arm away from her weakened grip before hurriedly walking out the door, willing himself not to look back at the paled faced, teary-eyed, injured and scared young women, he had inflicted so much pain on. "I'll send for a nurse".

"Is she awake" Victoria asked bitterly, looking towards Daniel as she sat on the uncomfortable waiting chair in her posh dress, feeling utterly annoyed at the circumstance Emily had put them in.

"She's breathing" he replied tiredly as he sat down next to his mother, "I think she may have some form of amnesia, she's seemed to have forgotten what happened and who she is".

Victoria laughed sharply, her laugh reflecting no happiness or warmth like an average person's would, "and you believe her?".

Daniel sighed, "I don't know" he mumbled, "She sounded believable".

"Oh Daniel, her whole relationship with you sounded and looked believable, even you were fooled for way too long by her innocent and loving appearance." Victoria said scornfully, "Emily Thorne is a manipulative and fake... young woman, leeching off of you and our money, there's nothing genuine about that girl, she sickens me, and she has from the first day I laid eyes on her."

"And that's why people believe you shot her". Daniel said tiredly, before standing up and walking away from his mother, he didn't want to hear it. When Emily looked so helpless in that hospital room, when Emily was badly wounded because of what he did to her, he didn't want to hear his mother berate her, even if she was what his mother believed her to be, which he couldn't entirely agree with.

And despite it all he didn't want to believe that all they had, had been fake. He had loved Emily deeply before and they had shared many good times, he didn't want to believe that she was faking it for status and money all that time, even if he had fallen out of love with her... which deep down he wasn't sure if he truly had.

1 Week Later

Another unfamiliar ceiling, Emily thought as she stared up at the ceiling of the room she now occupied. Looking around she found nice, warm decor, and soft colours in the room design. Who knew the Grayson's had a soft side, Emily thought cynically, as she spotted a picture of the family, giving away the environment she was now in. Her memories had returned thanks to Nolan, who had managed to sneak into her hospital room and speak enough truth to trigger her memories to come back.

She was thankful that it hadn't taken long to recover, however that first moment, when everything had rushed back to her, flashes of memories filling in the empty space, like stacks of books on a bookcase, that pain was intense it was like she had relived her whole life in a matter of seconds.

From her happy childhood with her mother and father in the Upper East Side, to the day she lost them, her everything, in the tragic car crash.

From the horrors she had in foster homes, to the injustice she felt when she was sent to juvenile detention for taking it upon herself to protect herself.

From the day she befriended Amanda Clarke there, to the day she was finally released and Nolan Ross found her and gave her her rightful shares to his company promising to look out for her as a way to give his thanks to her parents and the kindness he received from them.

From her party days of being young, stupid and emotionally troubled, to Nolan somehow managing to help her clean herself up and make something of herself.

From her involving herself in fancy university programs, to her beginning her philanthropic work

And most recently, from her moving to the Hamptons, to her falling in love with Daniel Grayson.

Her life was like a rollercoaster, she had started off high, with the love of her parents, but when they had died, that cart had dropped right from the peak to the bottom and it hadn't gone back up easily. Slowly, slowly with the help of Nolan Ross, it had managed to rise from the bottom, and despite the irony of using the word, falling; it was when she fell in love with Daniel that she reached her new top. She had thought that cart was stable on the top, on its peak. It had its wobbles but that was every relationship, none were perfect. She just would have never thought that the cart on its peak could plunge right to the bottom so quickly and as harshly as it had.

She never would have thought that the person, who got her to the peak, the person she loved, the person she trusted, could aim a gun at her chest and shoot twice, on their wedding day no less, watching as she plunged into the deep cold ocean. Metaphorically speaking, Daniel had cut off whatever it was that was holding her cart on its peak, and then let it fall from near the top, all the way to the bottom in a heart wrenching one-eighty drop, where the hard cold ground awaited, with no safety net to catch her.

And it killed.

Emily felt a tear slide down her cheek and she cursed herself for being weak, for sparing a single tear on him and the pain he had caused her, she hated him, she hated him, she hated him. If she said it enough, would it make it fully true?... Because deep down, she wasn't fully confident that every trace of love she had ever held for him had completely disappeared from her crumbling heart, though she wished it had, it would hurt less that way.

Lifting her hand up to wipe the tear from her face, she let out a sharp breath as she felt a stinging pain from her gunshot wound and she cursed not only due to the pain but because every time she felt such pain, she thought of Daniel Grayson, her twisted lover, her shooter and the one who not only caused her physical pain, but pain in her heart and her mind too.

She wanted him to pay; she needed him to hurt, like she had!

Placing her hand over her bandaged wound as proof of what he had done, she made a vow to herself that he would pay; not by prison, not by violence but through her own manipulative ways. Emily was going to haunt him figuratively and quite literally and she was going to drag him all the way down to the bottom where she was...if he wasn't there already.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it, please comment/review, it would be greatly appreciated. I'm hoping to write more chapters if the feedback I get is encouraging :)