I turned on the TV and flipped through the channels, thinking about something else.

"Cody Jackson..."

I immediately turned it back to the channel I heard my name on.

"...to the hospital after being severely beaten by a police officer last night. He was found unconscious on the floor of the cell by six teenagers that paid a fine to get him out of jail. These teenagers have been identified as Nathan McHugh, Taylor Hagan, Daley Marin, Lex Marin, Melissa Wu, and Eric McGorrill. They were six of the eleven that crashed on an uncharted island in the South Pacific while on a school fieldtrip to Palau..."

*FLASHBACK*

Lightning flashed, hitting the wing.

We were loosing altitude.

Someone kept screaming. The captain kept yelling.

This was my first time on a plane, and, so far, it wasn't going too great.

I closed my eyes, listening my iPod. This helped me to stay calm.

We hit the ground hard, all of us bouncing around under the seatbelts.

The plane came to a stop.

Slowly, the kids started walking out the door.

I pull myself through the emergency exit on the top of the plane. I looked around. Everything was blue.

*END FLASHBACK*

"I was in a plane crash?"

"Yeah. We were there for twenty-eight days," Nathan said.

"How did we survive?"

"We had a good leader," Nathan said, looking at Daley, who blushed.

There was silence. Then I broke it. "Uh, I was thinking that maybe if you bring me some of my stuff, it'll help me remember things faster."

Nathan looked at me. "You don't have anything."

"I don't?"

He shook his head.

I sighed, frustrated, running my hand through my hair. "How can I miss something that I don't even remember?!"

Everyone was silent, watching me.

"Um, if you want me to, I could tell you everything you told me since that time you stayed at my house," Nathan offered.

"Yeah. That'd be great."

Nathan began telling the story.

Everyone was listening in disbelief.

So was I.

"Are you sure you're remembering right?" Eric said. "I mean, I just don't believe Jackson would beg and cry."

"That's exactly what he told me," Nathan said.

Taylor was putting on her make-up again because her crying messed up her mascara. "Jackson, you sure you don't want some of this?"

"Huh?"

"Don't you remember? You-" Taylor cut herself off, crying again.

Eric comforted her.

"What is she talking about?" Nathan asked Eric.

"We went to visit Jackson after he got out of jail that second time. And she asked if he wanted any make-up to cover up his bruises."

"I...I fell...into the pool, right?" I said, remembering.

Eric nodded.

"And then I mopped."

"Yeah. I remember that," Nathan said. "Oh, bad choice of words."

"I'm barely remembering the last two weeks. What about the rest of my life? What if I don't get my memory back? I'll never know about that part of me." I'd always have an empty space inside of me. I'd always be broken.

Taylor handed me her small mirror. "Look in this."

"Why?"

"Trust me. Tell me what you see."

I sighed and looked into the mirror.

I looked horrible. I had bruises and cuts everywhere.

I looked into my eyes.

*FLASHBACK*

Before I knew what I was doing, I walked around the back of the shelter and kicked the door in.

An alarm went off.

Quickly, I began unlocking the cages.

Animals were everywhere. There were dogs, cats, birds, hamsters, rabbits, snakes, and a lot more.

I came to the last cage. An old black lab lay inside. The face was familiar.

I paused in front of the cage for what seemed like an eternity.

It had been abused...just like me.

I heard a gun shot, followed by the yelp of a dog.

*END FLASHBACK*

I dropped the mirror, startled.

"I was abused." It was a whisper.

"What?" Taylor said.

"When I was little...I was abused."