Summary: Mikan Sakura loses her memories after waking up from a week long coma. Upon waking up, the problems of her forgotten life keep piling up. She discovers she was once an obsessive fan girl with no real friends. On top of that, Natsume seems to constantly be popping up in her life, and has something do with a suspicious person named Persona who wants to see her again. Can she make it or are the hardships of forgetting her life too much?
Forgetting My Life
Chapter 1: Forgetting My Life
"Huh?" It was so sudden, the feeling of being back in reality once again. I hate that feeling— when the light around me seems foreign to my own eyes, and all the sounds are louder and more potent to my ears. Worse of all it's when the fantasies of my dreams no longer exist.
When I opened my eyes for what seemed like the first time, I saw a strange bright light that practically blinded me. A man stood beside my bed wearing rectangular glasses and shrubs, his arm scribbling away on the clip board that he was carrying.
"Who are you?" I quietly asked, confused by everything around me. Where was I? How did I get here? Who the hell was the strange man standing in front of me? He looked up away from his clip board and over at me, surprised at first as if me talking was something strange.
"Mikan? Oh, I'm your nurse."
"Okay, but who are you?" I began rubbing my head trying to think of what was going on. For some reason I could remember random facts about stuff like one plus one equals two or apples are red and oranges are, well orange.
"Wait here. I'll go get your doctor," he said before rushing out of the room.
"Doctor?" I sighed and lied back down onto the bed I had awoken on. "What the heck is going on?" I dug through my mind trying to think of something, anything that would help me understand why I was here in this place. Nothing though. Suddenly the thought of that made me scared and I wanted to get out of here.
I instantly sat up and was about to jump off the bed when the nurse came running back into the room with, who I'm guessing, the doctor. "Mikan, you're awake." I jumped off the bed and pointed my finger nervously at him.
"Who are you now? And stop saying Mikan! I don't even know what that means? Who it is and why do you keep saying it!"
"Mikan do you remember anything?" He worryingly asked as he began to approach me. I was on the other side of the bed though, and I was about ready to jump back on it and bolt over to the other side and get out the door.
"Mikan calm down. I'm your doctor, I'm here to help." He tried to comfort me but I still I didn't know who the man was or if I should even trust him for that matter!
"No." Once again he tried to approach me but I protested, "Don't come near me."
"Mikan, I'm here to help! I'm Doctor Senri, your doctor here at the hospital. Now just take a seat Mikan." Hospital? Is that where I am?
"I'm telling you I don't know Mikan! Leave me alone!"
"You're Mikan. You must have amnesia. Is there anything you remember before waking up here in the hospital?"
"Uhhh..." My mind was blank and nothing appeared. It was so scattered and confused. This man, this Doctor Senri, obviously knows me more than I know me. Amnesia? Now that I truly think about it I don't remember anything, just the white walls of the hospital room and the face of doctor Senri and that nurse. So, does that mean Mikan is me?
"I can see you don't know anything. Mikan, you have just woken up from a week long coma after being involved in a kidnapping. Now you have complete memory loss of who you were and everyone around you."
"Uh... What?!" I still think these people are crazy...
A few days later...
"Do you want to talk about it?" The lady in front of me asked. I had been told she was my therapist and she would help me sort things out in my mind. But I still feel extremely uneasy about everything. I don't remember anything or anyone. Seeing my own reflection scares the hell out me! Everything is a mystery and I hate it.
"No!" I coldly responded. "Can I go now?"
"Where will you go?"
"To my hospital room...duh."
"Mikan, you can't just keep escaping to that depressing room. Sooner or later you are going to need to get back outside into the world."
"How can I? I don't know anything. Just a few days ago I learned what the heck a therapist was. How do you expect me to go around in the real world when I don't know anything about it?"
"It's not that you don't know, it's that you can't remember."
"That's practically the same thing, if I can't remember then I don't know!" She looked at me obviously starting to get annoyed. Jeez, she could at least be a little more understanding. I mean I don't remember a thing about who I was, where I came from, or where I have even been. Sorry for being in a bad mood!
She sighed and once again tried to convince me. "If you go back out there and start to see things from previous moments in your life, then maybe it could trigger some memories."
"I don't know..."
"I can ensure you Mikan, you will be much happier with your memories."
"How do you know?"
"Because we were given your records on who you are."
"How come I haven't been told about this! Show them to me." She sighed and got up out of her seat and pulled out a folder from inside her desk. She then handed it to me and I began to skim through the information that was apparently about me. "Okay, so my full name is Mikan Sakura, and I am 16 years old. When I was 14, I had to come to the hospital for an extreme head injury due to a car accident. Both of my parents were killed in the car crash... Well that's disappointing."
"You don't seem too upset about it?"
I contemplated this for a moment. "Well, I don't even remember having parents let alone losing them. So it's kinda like they were never here."
I looked back at the folder and continued reading, "other than that it looks like I really don't have any other family. My address is 473 S. Howalon Lane. What a cute name!"
"Yes, it was actually you're family who named the neighborhood since they were the ones who developed it."
"They developed a neighborhood?"
"Sort of. You see you're family is, I mean was, very rich and could do things like naming a neighborhood."
"So I'm rich?"
"You will be. Right now you are only sixteen so all money is currently frozen until you are eighteen and then you will inherit everything."
"Okay..." I continued reading only to discover that I live by myself and I am currently attending the Alice Academy. Plus, no one visited me when I was hospitalized, meaning I am basically alone. "The road to self discovery is a very depressing path indeed." I sighed and a black cloud formed around me. Well, this sucks. I am a person with no one to really rely on and cannot seem to recall anything about the outside world. All I know are most my nouns, adjectives, and simple stuff like that. Names are a blank, and dates are extremely confusing. Basically, I'm screwed.
"So, are you ready to see what your folder is all about? You know, out in the real world."
"No," I replied.
"Okay, we'll have you ready to go in a few days after last minute check-ups," she said, completely ignoring me. World, here I come.
Another few days later...
"Bye bye now. Have a safe trip home." The doctors guided me outside where I gazed up to look at a gray, cloudy sky. They had handed me some of my clothes, which consisted of a simple red turtleneck sweater with plain old navy blue jeans. Since I've been in hospital rags for the past week, it felt weird wearing normal clothes.
I walked up to the car that was going to take me home. It a was a simple black car that had style, and it even came with its own personal driver. I was told he was my family hired chauffeur. He professionally got out of the car and opened the door for me. I looked around to see my doctor waving good bye to me and urging me to get in. "We'll see you next week for a check up and some more therapy," he yelled and then walked back inside. Not missing his presence, I sat down into the car and the chauffeur closed the door behind me. Truthfully, I was scared. This was like my first car ride and I wasn't feeling too safe about it. Especially since I was told my parents died in a car accident.
"Are you alright miss?" The chauffeur asked me as the car started moving.
I just smiled and responded, "Of course, thanks!" The doctors told me that I should try acting like nothing happened for a little while. So I took their advice and decided I should act like I never lost my memory, and couldn't remember a thing. That's right I just have to act like everything is all good. "So... how are you?" I don't know why I asked, it just felt like the right thing to do in the moment of an awkward silence. He looked at me through the rear view mirror and gave me a puzzling look. What's so weird about asking a simple question?
"F-fine I guess."
"Oh...well that's good to hear."
When we finally arrived at the house, I looked up to see it wasn't a house at all. It was a mansion! I guess they weren't kidding when they said I was rich. My mouth gaped at how huge the house looked on the outside and I instantly grew excited at how big it would look from the inside. The chauffeur once again gave me a funny look as I excitedly ran up to the front double doors. Unsure of what to do, I waited for the chauffeur to walk up to me. He looked at me and then turned on the door knob to open the door. I looked at him in wonderment, excited that it is truly that easy to open the door. I laughed and then happily skipped into the mansion.
The inside was most definitely just as elegant and impressive as I had imagined. Almost instantly, a maid approached me and welcomed me home. She then began to list a bunch of things that happened while I was gone. Of course I had no idea what she was talking about and just smiled at her saying thank you and to keep up the good work. I said that to about every maid I seemed to pass while wandering the house. Every time I did this, they just gave me a funny look, like what-is-wrong-with-her. Which is annoying, because I thought that's what a person was supposed to do. I opened the door to about every room in this place, trying to find my own room. Where is it?
Finally I opened a room to find all the walls painted a lovely rose-like pink and decorated with beautiful ornaments. It had a bed, a dresser, and a whole lot of furniture that fit into it perfectly. Taking a wild guess, I assumed that this was my room. "Cool." I walked in and sat down on the bed and rubbed my hands against the nice silk sheets. At least now I know I have good taste.
After that I decided to take another trip around the house, feeling the need to learn my way around my own house. About an hour of wandering aimlessly made me tired and warn out, so I returned to my room and lied down on my soft silky bed. I stared up at the high white ceiling. The doctor had said some of my memories should be triggered through familiarity, but nothing. I still couldn't remember anything.
Everything was so confusing and new. It was like I was a newborn baby, but with the body of a sixteen year old. There is so much out there and so much I am experiencing probably all over again. What have I experienced? What have I even done with my life? What kind of people do I know?
This isn't right, I don't even know anyone yet. The only people I have met since waking up, after a week long coma, was the doctors, my therapist, and all my maids. They don't count though, because they only know the stats, they don't actually know me. Honest, real, Mikan me. What am I like? I hope people out there know that. Who I am.
I also wonder what the rest of the world is like. If it is as I have seen so far, making me feel as cold and lonely as I feel right now, then do I really want to go out into it? I continued to think these thoughts, as my eyes close and I drifted into a deep sleep.
Chapter 2: Me, my confused self, and I Preview-
Seven. That is the time I read on my clock just now, and it is the absurd time I have been forced to wake up at. Apparently, I'm going to school today.
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