Chapter Two

Months spent in that facility and she was ready to explode. Every minute since she has miraculously woken up has been spent with a well meaning loved one, hoping and praying that something would trigger her memory and bring it all flooding back. They acted as if she chose a certain food or beverage it would contain the magic potion that would restore her memory - bringing back the Elizabeth Webber they loved so dearly.

Audrey Hardy, her grandmother, wanted her to be the respectful granddaughter that didn't mouth off and lose her temper. The granddaughter that obliged her grandmother and accepted she didn't know enough to make her own decisions.

Lucas Lorenzo Spencer Junior, the boyfriend that wanted her to remember the love they shared, that his name was Lucky and not Stupid. As far as she was concerned, Stupid fit better than Lucky. From what she was told, he wasn't Lucky at all. More like Luckless.

Emily Quartermaine, the best friend, wanting her to be the best friend that she has always been to her. Being the shoulder to cry on, the understanding friend that supports her and helps her see things clearly. The other girl in the Four Musketeers, always handy with the brownies for them to make a wish on.

Then there was Nikolas Cassadine, another friend and a prince to his own country, how interesting - not. He wants her to return to the girl that loved his brother, the girl that made him feel normal, the girl that understood his every fault and accepted him in spite of it all. He wanted his friend and she couldn't give him that...she couldn't give any of them what they wanted.

Nothing seemed to work with those people. They ignored her anger, they spoke to her like she was a child, sedating her when all else failed. Quickly she learnt to be silent. Not speaking, a pure result of not having anything to say. Even then they still didn't give up. They still came back like clock work, never leaving her alone.

What made it a million times worse was the shrinks. Poking and prodding, asking question after question with answers she never got right. Why shouldn't a man living in a glass throw rocks? Wasn't the logical answer because he'd no longer have a house to live in? If he threw the rocks he'd break the glass, thus leaving him homeless if his house is made of glass. Of course it wasn't the right answer. Go figure.

Escaping that brand of hell, she was now walking aimlessly through town, not at all caring that she was getting soaked from the rain pouring down from the clouds above. Others may have cowered away from the cold water falling hard upon the town, seeking refuge inside - away from the bitter cold of the rain - but not her. The rain felt good, it felt like freedom, a fresh start for her.

In that moment, as she's walking through the streets, she understands what Emily had meant about the rain. That a good rainstorm washed away the stresses and the sadness, leaving a person with a clean slate to move forward to a brighter future. At the time, she had thought Emily had lost her mind, but now she gets it because that's how she felt. She was beginning and that was all she wanted. A chance to begin.

"She has to be somewhere around here." Lucky releases a deep sigh. "How hard can it possibly be to find a girl with a blank slate?"

"I don't know, Lucky." his brother, Nikolas shrugs. "But its turning out to be harder than we anticipated. The police have yet to find her either."

She ducked into a back alley, a little pleased that they have yet to figure out where she was. The two passed by the alleyway, turning their conversation to the possibility to her not being in town anymore. Both wondering if it was possible for her to have left on a bus or train. The next comment to come out of Lucky's mouth had her wanting to sock him one good one. She doesn't know her own name, how would she know how to go to get a ticket to anywhere?

"You've gotta give her more credit than that." Nikolas counters, unlocking his car doors. "I mean, she's evaded us thus far...who knows what kind of things she's capable of."

"Whatever." Lucky states, pulling open the passenger door. "Lets go check the street over."

Slowly making her way out of the alley, she watches as the luxury car pulls out into the street and drives away. Seeing them take the turn onto the street over, she decided to take the pathway that seemed strangely familiar, one that would take her onto the docks of the Elm Street Pier.

Her feet move her to sit on the bench, she wonders how many times she has sat on that bench, the familiarity overwhelming. Closing her eyes, she focuses on the calming sound of the water crashing against the lower part of the deck, the feel of the breeze from the water calms her completely.

The rain is still pouring down and she feels the calmest she's felt since waking up. The anger that was usually burning so vibrantly with in her has dulled out. She wasn't sure what pulled her attention to the staircase to her left, but something was telling her to walk up them and she readily obliged. Everything there felt familiar.

"I wonder..." she mulls to herself before reaching to the top of the doorway and finding a key, wondering how she knew it was there. "Huh."

Unlocking the door, she walks inside and turns on the light before closing the door behind her. Maybe she lived there. They did tell her that she loved to paint and that art was her main passion in life. As she walks through the small studio, she finds framed pictures of her and various people she's met since waking up. Mostly Lucky Spencer, understandably since he was her boyfriend, as well as the Four Musketeers. They weren't kidding when they said that they had done everything together.

She sifts through the paintings that are propped up against the wall, not really understanding most of them, but not really judging them either. Continuing through the small studio, she looks at a few of the paintings that are still on easels. They were a little more easier to understand, but still didn't grasp her interest. They weren't kidding though, she really in love with her art, stacks of sketchbooks sit on the small table - each without a single blank page within them.

A part of her wished she could remember, that she could just fall back into another coma and awaken the girl they all wanted. The girl they all loved, but she couldn't and it was pointless to try and become her. To try and be someone she wasn't - someone she'd never be.

"Do you really think she'd be here?" a voice she recognizes as Emily whispers from the other side of the door. "It could be a robber for all we know."

"A robber that would turn on the light." Lucky counters in a hushed tone. "Look, the spare key is missing."

"This doesn't feel right." Emily counters. "It could be anyone in there."

"It doesn't hurt to check." Lucky states, she could hear the sound of the key slipping into the lock.

Glancing at the window, she notices that the rain has stopped, this was her chance to get out through the fire escape. Taking one last look at the place she obviously used to call home, she climbs out the window, softly closing it as the door opens inside. Without a second thought, she scales down the stairs and leaves the way she came. Not sticking around to see the disappointed look on both their faces.

A/N: Thank you all for your kind words and for those of you that were honest. All of the reviews are appreciated. Can't wait to read what you all thought of this update.

- ROCkER -