Okayokay, hello (: this chapter is kind of a filler, uhhm, I enjoy it, but there isn't much huge crazy weird stuff happening, I guess. There is cute and happy things going on, so I hope you like it (: Meow.

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Was it you? The words echoed in Eli's head over and over, the pain hitting him anew each time his mind hit replay. These painful words had sent him into complete shock; they rang in his ears and it was impossible to hear anything else overtop of them. They made Eli freeze in the same position, with the same dumb-founded expression, for several seconds.

Overtop of them, he couldn't hear Mrs. Moreno's words as she told her daughter that, of course, it hadn't been Eli, Eli was the one that helped save her.

He cut right in the middle of Mrs. Moreno's explanation, "Why would you think that?" He asked Imogen, pain and upset cracking his voice towards the end. He hadn't thought he had done anything to make her think this, what had he done wrong? He hadn't slept since he found her in that alley-way, he'd been civil to a girl he couldn't stand, he'd even took the liberty of buying Imogen a bouquet of her favourite flowers, tulips, to help her feel more at home in the bland hospital room. Of course, she didn't know any of this, she'd been asleep or in testing during all of his acts of kindness and love, but he still couldn't understand what he had done to make her ask such an absurd question. He hadn't done anything he had noticed that would particularly upset her; even his dark thoughts had been in her defense, never straying away from avenging her.

Imogen looked at him, clearly confused and embarrassed, maybe even afraid to answer his question. She finally shook her head after a few silent seconds, "Well, the pain, it was dark…you're dark," she explained quietly, looking down at her hands nervously.

Imogen's mother looked back and forth between the two of them, not knowing what to think about what her daughter had assumed. She wanted Imogen to think differently of Eli; if it wasn't for him who knew if her precious daughter would even be alive right now.

The thought made her shutter. She decided the Eli and Imogen needed time alone and looked over to her husband and Bianca, whispering for them to leave the room before she quickly herded them away. They left in an awkward silence, leaving the two alone. Eli looked at the girl he loved, sighing and taking a cautious step closer to her hospital bed, "Imo, I didn't hurt you. I could never," he said, deciding not to get too close and stopping his step.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to just think that. I should have just asked my parents about you when I had a chance, but I didn't because you kind of…" she looked down, nervously playing with her hands, "…scared me."

The pain coursed through Eli again, he looked down at his attire, mentally cursing himself for wearing his usual black get-up. He walked over to her and sat carefully on the edge of her bed, taking her right hand between both of his. "No need to be sorry, I get it. Really. I'm sorry I scared you. But, I just want you to know that I'll never intentionally cause you any type of pain. Not ever," he told her, staring into her chocolate brown eyes with so much love that it hurt.

*Imogen*

I stared back into Eli's eyes, trying to understand what everything meant. If the butterflies in my stomach whenever he was around weren't there due to fear, what were they? As I kept staring back into his emerald green eyes, all associations I had created with him and darkness in my mind began to fade away.

The butterflies didn't fade with the associations, they increased tenfold and I managed to give him a nod, giving him the go ahead to speak again, because I felt that if I opened my mouth, the butterflies would be all over the floor.

"So you remember the pain?" He looked concerned.

I nodded again, breaking away from his intense gaze and towards the other side of the room, feeling tears form in my eyes, " I do, it was terrible."

"I'm sorry," he said through clenched teeth, then placed his hand on my jaw and gently turned my head so I was looking at him, "I'll try and help you forget, love."

"Aren't you supposed to help me remember?" I asked, trying to ignore the fact that my heart was beating out of my chest and that the butterflies in my stomach were threatening to jump out onto the floor.

Eli smiled softly, "I'd rather you forget all of the pain you've been cause than remember anything at all."

His words sent tingles up my spine and, out of impulse and sudden happiness, I leaned in a kissed him, feeling a rush of sparks and warmth sweep through my body. To my surprise, he didn't jerk away, instead he moved his hand that was on my jaw to the side of my neck, stretching his fingers along to the back of my neck. He kissed back sensually and passionately, making me less aware of his movements as the world faded around us. I felt sparks in every place that our skin was touching. Reluctantly, I placed my hand on his chest then gently pushed away, feeling a warm blush spread through my cheeks as his eyes met mine with a smile.

"I'm sorry," I blurted out, not really sure what I had don't or how big of a fool I had just made of myself.

"Don't be," he told me with a breath-taking smirk, "I would have done that anyway if you gave me five more seconds."

"So, then you and I are…" I trailed off, not wanting to make another false assumption out-loud.

"Together. For two months as of nine days ago," he removed his hand from my neck then took my hand and kissed it. "The happiest two months of my life, at that."

I smiled at him, finally understanding the feelings I had been feeling since I first laid my eyes on him. The butterflies and the nerves he gave me had absolutely nothing to do with fear, but rather, everything to do with an immense attraction toward the dark boy.

Maybe all darkness wasn't that bad.

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The rest of the day had droned on, Eli let everyone else back in the room and we shared normal conversation. Well, a sort of normal type of conversation that I was growing used to; people trying to push me to remember things that I couldn't. And, as much as tried, I always came up with blanks, as if I had never existed before the day with the dark pain.

It all made me tired, tired and annoyed. It was tiring, trying to conjure up thoughts that didn't exist and it was annoying, being the only clueless one in the room who couldn't rightfully enjoy an inside joke or happy memory that everyone else could.

I became exhausted at an early hour and my mother decided I needed some sleep. She, yet again, led everyone out of the hospital room, claiming she'd be there when I woke up the next morning. Then, I was alone. Alone with new thoughts and information to begin to process and form as new memories for myself.

I wasn't alone for long, because I quickly fell asleep as the events of the day hit me like a brick wall, making me fall asleep, and my dreams weren't a very lonely place.

-zz-

There was a deafening cracking noise as a pain rushed through the back of my head, warm liquids beginning to trickle from an opened wound the collision had caused. Everything was black and nothing was visible, almost like I was blind. I was shoved to the cold ground and pinned down, unable to move. I couldn't see what was holding me down, just the continuing blackness.

I clawed at the darkness, but was unsuccessful. I tried to scream but the sound was muted. A pain began shooting all the way up my body and tears began to run down my face. There was nothing I could do now besides wait for it to end.

Wait for what I could only imagine would be death to come.

-zz-

I was woken up, being shaken, "Imogen, Imogen, are you okay?" I popped my eyes open to the dark, sweet voice. I looked up at Eli in total fear, because he was standing in the position that the darkness had previously occupied.

"Don't hurt me," I cringed back, afraid of the pain returning.

"Imogen, I would never hurt you, remember? It was just a nightmare," he looked upset, but his voice didn't show any signs of the emotion, it actually seemed to drip with compassion and honestly.

I nodded and looked around, "Where are my parents?"

"They went home, Imo, I told them I'd stay here and keep an eye on you. I think they finally trust me…Well, you're mom does, at least," He smiled and chuckled lightly, I didn't understand but I smiled anyway, enjoying the sound of his laugh. "Are you okay?" He reached down and wiped a tear from my eye.

I hadn't even noticed I'd been crying, I nodded, rubbing my face to make sure there weren't any other stray tears, "I had a nightmare, I'm okay now."

He sighed and sat down as he did earlier, "Is there anything I can do to help? Anything at all?"

"Lay with me?" The question came out of my mouth before I could even think it through. Had I not been terrified that this boy would hurt me thirty seconds ago? I mentally shook myself; kind of happy that I couldn't take it back, but worried about what his answer could end up being.

He smirked slightly and nodded. I moved over a little bit to the side to make room for him. He laid down next to me, on top of the blankets, turning on his side and resting an arm lightly over my stomach. I turned on my side so my back was to him and he gently wrapped his arm tighter, pulling himself closer to me. His torso against my back was warm and comforting, it sent a rush of happiness through me and I smiled, all remnants of my dream disappearing completely.

"Now go to sleep," he whispered quietly in my ear.

"I closed my eyes, ready to sleep for the rest of the night.

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When we pulled up to the quaint brick house, I was sitting in the backseat of my parent's car, I hoped to gain some sort of memory of past activities. There was nothing. This area surrounded by four brick walls and enclosed with a roof didn't give me any feelings that 'home' was supposed to bring; I didn't feel any compassion or sense of belonging as my parents lead me through the hallway to my room. My room was going to be my last hope, I decided. People's rooms are supposed to be bits and pieces of who they are, supposed to be places where someone can be completely alone and happy.

When we reached the door to my room, I told my parents they could get back on with whatever they normally did, and that I would find them if I needed anything. They walked away and I ran my fingers down the dark wood, resting my hand on the doorknob. I took a deep breath in and closed my eyes, slowly turning the knob and opening the door. Taking one step inside, I slowly opened my eyes to a room with walls that were a deep shade of violet and covered in pictures and posters. In the middle of the room was a twin sized canopy bed, the sheets on the bed a lighter shade of violet than the walls. Pushed up against the wall to my left was an armoire filled with accessories of all sorts: cat ears, earrings, necklaces, glasses, funky nail polish and gloves.

I smiled and put on a pair of cat ears and a different pair of glasses, then walked around the room, looking at the pictures posted on the walls. There were pictures of me with all four of the people I had met in the past twenty-four hours, and many other people that I pegged off as extra family members and friends I had yet to meet. The pictures seemed to capture every happy moment I must have encountered in my entire life—had I not remembered the pain of the darkness or knew that someone had hurt me, I would have believed that my entire life was a mixture of rainbows and sunshine.

The room had not accomplished what I had originally intended, I still had no recollection of my past, but it did end up making me feel like I belonged. I sat on my bed, surrounded by the deep violet walls, feeling happy and at home.

I laid back and smiled, when all of a sudden a big furry beast pushed through the door I left cracked open and jumped on my bed, licking my face. I giggled and bed this cute dog, sitting up on the bed, and the dog sitting next to me.

I smiled and pet the top of its head, "Hi Volta," I said, not sure where the name had come from, but positive that it was the right name.

There you go, Imogen remembers Volta, her very good friend that she tells everything to,,,, HURRAY. No, but seriously, I hope you enjoyed it, pleasepleaseplease review, I love hearing what you guys think. Also, I want to give a shout out type ordeal to (twitter name) YeahItsAsya follow her, because she's the one who told me to write again. Okay? Okay(: