Lizzie lifted up her arm and rubbed her eyes as Dr. Reegan, Miranda and Gordo stared at her, and wondered what was going to happen next. Lizzie slowly opened her eyes and saw the three people looking down at her and screamed.
"What the hell are you doing in my room?" She exploded. She sat up quickly and tried to move further away.
"Lizzie? I'm Dr. Reegan and I have been taking care you for the past week. I know you must feel strange right now and you probably don't know why you're here. But your in St John's Hospital and you were involved-,"
"Look, dude!" Lizzie interrupted fiercely. "I don't NEED you to tell me where I am or why I'm here; I think I can find that out for myself! And to be honest, I don't really even give a flip! Just get me out of this FERAL place! And what you two staring at?" She shot a glare at Miranda and Gordo.
"Um, n-nothing!" Gordo said quickly. He didn't realise that Lizzie mind was going to end up so twisted and he wondered if she was going to remember her best friends again.
"Lizzie, you can't go home yet. You still need to stay here for a few days for treatment. If it will help you feel better, I've already called your family and they should be here in a few minutes." The Doctor said.
"Well if you can't get me outta this place, then all of you can go now! I need my beauty sleep thank you very much!" Lizzie snapped.
"But Lizzie, you've been asleep for the past week or so. How can you possibly sleep anymore?" Miranda then realised that she shouldn't have said that because this wasn't the same Lizzie. Lizzie snapped back and the three quickly rushed out and slammed the door behind them. Lizzie's parents came running through the hospital doors.
"Oh, where's my daughter! I have to see her NOW!" Jo wailed. Miranda and Gordo explained how angry Lizzie seemed at the moment and told her how she wanted her 'beauty sleep.' But Jo ignored them and bolted into the room with Sam and Matt tagging behind.
"Lizzie, sweetheart? It's Mom, how are you feeling?"
Lizzie's eyes opened all of a sudden from her sleep and Miranda and Gordo poked their heads through the door to see what was going to happen. Lizzie sat up and an angry look spread across her face. It was the angriest Lizzie had ever looked like in her life.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?" She roared at the top of her voice. Jo, Sam and Matt jumped back a meter in fright. "I TOLD YOU TO GET OUT! WHAT PART OF THAT DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?"
"Lizzie, it's us! Your Mom, Dad and little brother Matt. You probably don't remember us very well, but we're your parents." Lizzie's Dad said calmly. Lizzie, once again, exploded and told them to get out. Matt couldn't stop laughing at the vein popping out of Lizzie's forehead which was from anger. So her family sadly walked out.
"I won't say I told you so." Miranda said as they walked out.
"I can't believe this. How are we ever going to persuade Lizzie that we are her parents? Let alone get her to come back home with us!" Sam said, with a slight sound of annoyance in his voice. Jo just started crying while Matt was still laughing.
"Don't worry Mr. and Mrs. McGuire. We'll get Lizzie to remember all of us and get her back to her old self again. We'll all help together no matter what it takes, even though it will take some time!" Gordo said with confidence.
"Lizzie is lucky to have loyal best friends by her side. Thanks alot kids, that means a lot to us. We'll see you guys later. Thanks again!" Sam replied and went to sit down in the waiting room.
"How are we ever going to make Lizzie her old self again Gordo?" Miranda whispered quickly.
"Look, don't worry. We'll figure something out, I promise. But like I said, it will take some time so we have to be patient."
"Look, people! Could you guys just stop nagging me all the time and saying that you're my parents and stuff? I mean, I think I would know if you were my parents and you guys are so not!" Lizzie said rudely as she crammed a bar of chocolate into her mouth that she had demanded for that morning. She had certainly calmed down from her anger which made Jo and Sam relieved.
"I don't have any parents," She continued. I've been living on my own for as long as I can remember. Besides, even if I did have parents, they would be the coolest parents in the world and they would be younger than you guys! They would ride motorcycles and wear leather jackets. They would also be really rich, have bright red hair with studs in the noses! And, they would let me do anything I wanted with no chores, let me go anywhere I wanted and buy anything I wanted!" Jo looked hurt.
"Look Lizzie, we may not be the 'coolest' parents in the world, but we will help you through everything and we'll take care of-"
"But that's where you guys are wrong. I DON"T need to be taken care of, I can take care of myself. And I don't even know you guys!"
"We've been taking care of you your whole life Lizzie. You don't remember this because you were involved in a terrible accident and lost your memory. This may be hard to believe but-,"
"Yes, it is! You people are just lying or something to freak me out! Not a good way to make me come home with you guys!
"Lizzie, we would do anything to make you come back home with us, and to believe that we are your parents." Sam said.
"Anything?" Lizzie asked curiously. Her parents nodded.
"Okay then. I want a Porsche." Lizzie said with a smirk on her face.
"A-a Porsche? But sweetie, you can't drive yet, you're only 15. And a Porsche is very expensive. Maybe when you're a little older..." Jo said.
"That's the deal guys, either take it or leave it." They hesitated for while as they knew they couldn't afford it. But they desperately wanted their daughter to come home.
"W-well, ok. If that's what you-," Jo began to say.
"Great! I'll pack my bags now." Lizzie said excitedly. This was the happiest Jo and Sam had ever seen Lizzie since she woke up. They both didn't like the idea of buying her a Porsche at this age but it had to be done and they had no choice.
"Um, you're not expecting this Porsche too soon are you Lizzie? Because we're not sure whether we can afford-," Sam began to say quickly.
"What ever you guys do, don't get the red colour. Seriously, red hurts my eyes! Maybe a yellow or black..." Lizzie said, completely ignoring her parents as she stuffed a whole lot of clothes into her bag. Jo and Sam looked at each other, thinking of what to say. At that moment, Dr. Reegan walked in and smiled brightly.
"Finally got her to her senses? Good for you! Could I just speak with you outside for a moment?" He asked. Mr. and Mrs. McGuire walked outside.
"Dr. Reegan, if you've lost your memory, don't you forget everything? I mean, she's making up these weird stories about her living on her own and- and she's just talking about really strange things. What's going on?" Sam asked curiously, desperate for an answer.
"Well Mr. McGuire, when people loose their memory, they don't forget everything. They just happen to... live in a world of their own. You know what I'm saying? I know it must be very hard to believe but there isn't much we can do. What ever she says, you must believe it. Otherwise...you know, she'll become very aggressive again. Especially if she doesn't get what she wants. This is going to be very difficult for you and I wish you luck. If you want, I can organize for you guys to let her see a psychiatrist-,"
"There is no way I am taking my daughter to a psychiatrist Dr. Reegan! You may think she is strange for now, but we can manage!" Mrs. McGuire said aggressively as she turned around and went back into Lizzie's room.
"But thanks for your help anyway Doc, I mean if it wasn't for you, Lizzie wouldn't be here right now. So, thank you." Sam said gratefully.
"Just doing my job Mr. McGuire. I'm sure Lizzie will turn out just fine."Lizzie dumped her bags on the ground as they arrived back at their place.
"This isn't the kind of place I imagined of." Lizzie said as she chewed loudly on a piece of gum.
"Um, your room is just upstairs on the second door on your right." Jo said. Lizzie looked at her and walked quickly upstairs to her room. 'This place is disgusting.' She said to herself. 'Well, I'm going to have to fix it.' She thought. All of a sudden she heard a little tap on the door and Matt stepped in.
"Hey Lizzie, I'm glad your okay." Matt said quietly.
"Who the hell are you? My pet?" Lizzie asked.
"Um, no. I'm your little bro, remember? Matt? It's me Lizzie!" Matt said urgently.
"Oh my goodness! You're so adorable! I'll take you for a walk later okay? Good dog! I just gotta fix up this dump of a room I have, okay?" Lizzie said. Matt yelled and bolted downstairs, he was absolutely terrified and wondered why Lizzie was treating him like a dog.
A couple of hours later, Lizzie was called downstairs to have dinner. She sat down at the dinner table with the rest of the family and they all looked strangely at her.
"Look, quit staring at me okay! What do you want, a photo of me? Geez!" Lizzie snapped. The three family members quickly took their eyes off her and began to eat.
"And what the hell is this crap on my plate?" She asked rudely.
"That 'crap on your plate' Lizzie is steak. It's very delicious! Try some!" Jo said as she picked up her knife.
"No! It looks like horse poo to me! Why can't we eat something normal, like pizza?" She asked as she stood up quickly from her chair.
"We are not having pizza tonight Lizzie. We are having steak! Now sit back down and eat your dinner young lady!" Jo said back.
"No way! You can't tell me what to do; you guys aren't my parents now just because you made me a deal about buying me a Porsche you know!" Lizzie roared. And she was out the door.
"Oh dear, I shouldn't have been so hard on her. I totally forgot she was so sensitive! What if she never comes home?" Jo said frantically.
"She'll be fine; she just needs some space that's all. Just think if you were in her position. She doesn't even know us anymore and it would feel weird living with strangers, don't you think?" Sam asked.
"I guess. This is going to be harder than I thought." Jo sighed.