The tears in the girls, Alya's, eyes finally came free, and she turned into Nino's arms. Marinette just looked at the doctor. "Can you tell me what happened now? Why am I here? Why can't I remember anything?"
Instead of the doctor, Adrien spoke up. "Well…two years ago…you tripped and fell down a lot of stairs. You hit your head…really hard. We all thought you were dead, and you almost were. But you're here, and you're alive."
She thought for a second. "Oh…" She went silent, just staring at the white ceiling. "And it took me two years to wake up. Wow…"
"This must be quite the shock for you. If its any help at all, you'll be out of here in time to start year 10 with everyone else." The doctor said.
"Ok." Was her only response.
Time passed, and after a lot of assessment, she was deemed well enough to go home. They'd kept her there for a month after she'd woken up, and within that time she hadn't been able to remember anything. Even when people told her of things that she had done, she had no recollection of it.
When they arrived home, Marinette just stared around the space when they entered. They'd first walked through the bakery that her father apparently owned, up into their living areas. And she just stared.
This place was completely foreign to her, even if this was where she had grown up. When she went up into her room, she saw things scattered everywhere: clothing, fabric, books, pencils. There was a mannequin in the corner, with a half-finished dress still hanging on it. Plastered all over walls, taking up almost all of the space on them, were pictures of a blonde boy. The boy from the hospital – Adrien? She couldn't tell why she would have them everywhere, although based on all the fabrics, mannequins, and half-finished designs, she could at least tell that she was a designer.
"Well…that's something at least…" she sighed aloud to herself. At least she knew this much.
Glancing up to her bed, she noticed a trap door and grew curious. Marinette slowly made her way over to it and pushed the door up and open. As she pushed her way through, a fresh breeze blew at her hair, pushing the blue strands into her face. She walked to the railing at the end of her balcony and took in the view. The gorgeous view.
From her spot on the balcony, she could just make out the shimmer of the river Seine and the tall figure of the Eiffel Tower. "Wow," she breathed, a small smile rising in her face. She looked straight ahead and saw a billboard with that Adrien boy on it, a large smile on his face, eyes closed. He held his arms out behind him, almost like he was flying. He looked absolutely breathtaking. "Oh! He IS a model." It suddenly clicked in her brain why she had thought that Adrien could be a model. He was a model. "And that would explain why I have pictures of him everywhere. For fashion! For inspiration!"
Her smiled widened at the fact that she was slowly piecing her life together. Sort of. She was by no means remember anything, but she was able to get an idea of the person that she was, based on what others had told her and the little she'd been able to put together.
Marinette headed back down and made a mental note to redecorate her room. It was pink. Extremely pink. She shrugged, figuring that she must have just really liked colour.
Her eyes flickered over the pictures again and wondered why most of them had hearts on them. She shrugged it off, once again coming to the conclusion of fashion.
She walked to where her computer sat on her desk and turned it on, hoping that she could learn more about her life from hat she did on her computer. However, she quickly ran into a problem when she realised that she couldn't remember what her password was. Obviously. She sighed dejectedly, and just decided that she'd try to get in some other way later.
She went through her drawers next and came across a pink box. Taking it out, she tried to open it but failed. She quickly realised she needed a key, which through more searching, she quickly found. Opening the box, she found her diary.
"Perfect!" She cried. For what better way to learn about herself than through her diary?
Sorry it took so long for an update to come out, I've had a lot of dramas within my personal life and with my internet. God, you will not believe how bad my internet has been. And my computer shat itself, so that was fun, and I had to start over! Yay! I also went through a lot of writers' block while trying to write this chapter, so I constantly went back and changed it. I'm still not really happy with how this turned out, so I hope its alright. With that being said, the next update shouldn't be too long of a wait.