At first I couldn't think of a way to do this section. How would you try to recover from this or help someone else to do so? If you really didn't remember anything, could you trust anybody around you that you didn't know but 'should?' Anyways, I hope you guys like how i'm doing.

Chapter 49. Proof of memory loss

Shigure: "That... is a very good question, so please... Why don't we all sit down. There seems to be something that we need to figure out."

Slowly, all of them moved and took places around the table in the middle of the room, leaving me the only one standing.

Shigure: "Please?"

He said, directing that at me. Although my instincts screamed no at me, I slowly made my way to the empty space right in front of me and sat away from the table, but still in front of all of them.

Shigure: "This... is going to be difficult. Taren, if you would, please just keep an open mind. What I'm going to say maybe seem... outlandish, but... it's the truth."

The guy, Shigure, went on to explain how, in their family called the Sohma's, there was a way to suppress someone's memories. He explained how a guy, Hatori, had dropped me off last night, and he was also the one who could suppress memories. He also tried to explain other things, but I wasn't really listening. I mean, how could I even trust them? They could have just kidnapped me, for one reason or another, and are just trying to confuse me.

?: "He obviously doesn't believe you, you know."

Said the silver-haired guy, glancing over at me.

Shigure: "I know, Yuki, but I have to try. What else can we do? We need to... prove it to him. Somehow."

After that, they all went on bringing up bits and pieces of information that they all "learned" about me, or so they said. The thing is... All of it was true. My birthday, sisters name, the town we were moving to and lived in before, my sister's band, how my parents... died... At first I denied it all inside of my own head. It was all stuff that they could have figured out on their own one way or another. But, as more and more information piled up that seemed less and less likely.

Shigure: "Oh! Well, here's something. I don't know how well I remember it though, it was only a month or so after you came here that we heard it. So long ago... When you were in middle school, you were getting picked on by all of the kids, and became a bully."

Kyo: "That's not it, moron. The way he put it was that he "snapped," and ended up becoming a sort of delinquent. Dyed his hair and stuff. Right?"

He looked over at me, and I sat there decently shocked at how they knew that. Very few people actually knew how and why I changed way back then, and it wasn't something that would be shared with others sparingly. What if... all that they had explained was true? I couldn't help but start to believe. All that they knew about me and my family... What if it WAS true? Somehow my memory had been erased or whatever?

Kyo: "Why the hell do we even have to do this?! Make Hatori fix the problem! Damn it!"

Shigure: "It doesn't work like that, Kyo... They may come back on their own, but for now... This is all we can do."

For a few moments everyone sat there, fidgeting.

Kyo: "There's something we need to bring up..."

Shigure: "Kyo, if it's that... Not right now. It's already too much for him I'm sure."

Taren: "What."

Kyo: "It's better for him to learn it now instead of later and thinking we withheld it, right?!"

He yelled at Shigure.

Taren: "What are you guys... talking about?"

Each of them looked over at me, sadness and fear present in their eyes. What was it? They began making me uncomfortable again, and for a moment I suddenly wanted my sister there. Oh. Rachel. Where was she?

Taren: "Hey... Where's my sister?"

They all remained quiet, looking down at their own hands.

Taren: "Where... Where is Rachel!"

I said, becoming scared. What was wrong with them? The way they acted...

Kyo: "Taren... she's..."

He began, but started grinding his teeth and stopped.

Taren: "What... about her?"

Something wasn't right. Why weren't they talking. What was going on?

All of them remained quiet, but the girl, Tohru I think her name was, turned to me slowly.

Tohru: "Taren, she..."

Calmly she reached over, trying to touch my hand which was on the table. At first I moved it away, but out of all of them... I felt like I could trust her. I was always like that with girls more so than guys, and I could tell that she wasn't an... evil person. She continued reaching, and I cautiously let her touch my hand.

Tohru: "She's..."

Something wasn't right. What was it. Tell me.

A second later, she actually began to cry and grabbed my hand harder.

Tohru: "Rachel is... gone."

Gone? Gone where?

Taren: "What do you... mean?"

Kyo: "That's how you ended up here. She went on tour with her band, right after you met all of us, and everyone decided you could live here. But..."

Tohru: "Wh-when she came back... There was an... accident on the way."

An accident?

Tohru: "She... died at the hospital. I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry!"

Taren: "N-no, that can't be... You're lying, right?"

They all stayed quiet, making me panic once again.

Taren: "You are all lying, right?!"

I yelled, trying to get a response. Nobody gave one though, they all just shifted their gaze around, looking anywhere but at me. They were acting like...

Taren: "It can't be... There's..."

I tried to say again, but suddenly I was crying. Even though I shouldn't have remembered anything according to them, at some place within myself, I knew... I knew that it was true. And that fact scared me. I jumped up, running around them all and out into the hall, heading the only way I knew was even relatively safe to be - the room where I had woken up.

Slamming the door closed behind me, I jumped onto the bed and threw myself into the corner, trying to take up as little space as I could. Sitting there, looking around the room as my soul was filled with horror and sorrow, I realized that all of my belongings were there. My computer was set up nearby, and a set of headphones lay right by it, the way I always put them down. That sort of thing... couldn't be staged easily. At that point, I knew that it was all true. Everything was true... Rachel was... dead.