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1. "Don't you think that 2 businessmen and their families living together in one house to "make a great deal between their companies" is really bullshit? I mean, what are emails for?"

Answer: First of all I can't stop laughing! I like the way you are thinking! Well in the previous version I had them living together for more than just half/1 year. Well it's common to have the bride live with the family of the groom, but here Rose family traveled all the way from Europe to Japan and Akashi himself suggested them to live all together. Well it's crazy but they agreed so there is no problem I guess XD

2. "Is Amelia abnormal or mentally retarded? Because no one would smile at a person who just suddenly snapped at them for no reason"

Answer: Well Amelia's parents just simply announced her that she had to marry an other guy. So considering the fact that she belongs to a rich family she can't really do otherwise. So she just accepted the fact that her life wouldn't be the same and said "fuck it! I don't care anymore! I will act as I want." and that is why she doesn't react at all when Seijuro is snapping at her and she just smiles and speak normally to him. She tries to do what her family asks her to do, be in good terms with him, and to do what she wants to do, annoy him as fuck as he is the reason her life sucks. But she is also and a quiet person. And as we say in Greece "You should be more afraid of the quiet and slow river instead of the noisy and angry one" (free translation, can't tell it better) but it's the same as "a dog which is barking doesn't bite" which both are mean that people who express their feelings and are loud are not as dangerous as the people who keep their emotions hidden and are quiet.

Anyway! Guest if you are reading this thank you very much for your review! I really enjoyed it! And please keep on reading my crazy story! You really made my day!

Thank you! ^_^

Chapter 6

What Should I Do

/Amelia's POV/

Love…. They say that love is an unconditional feeling towards your family.

Hate…. They say that hate is a feeling that you should not have towards anyone.

They say that you should love your family. That you should accept them for what they are. They say that they love you unconditionally and that everything they do is for your own good.

Is that right?

So… is lying to you also a way to show that they love you? Is keeping you locked inside a house also a way to show you that they love you?

Ha! If that is the only way then I don't want it!

I still remember the day I woke up and I didn't remember anything. I didn't even remember my own name. My head was aching and I was dizzy. Then a woman started to scream 'She is awake! Oh, thank God! She is awake!' and she ran out of the room. A few minutes later lots of people entered the room. An older woman was crying and holding my hand. An older man was at the edge of my bed looking at me smiling and a younger woman than those two was hugging me. I was confused. I didn't know who they were or where I was. I believe that they sensed it too and their smiles were gone. They looked sadly at each other. They started to ask me questions about what I could remember. I tried. Nothing.

It was scary. It is scary to not be able to remember anything or anyone. It was scary. I was scared.

The doctor said that because of the accident I had, I had hit my head to a place which caused me the loss of my memories. He also said that me getting back my memories was impossible. The damage was too great. I didn't like that at all. I felt like a part of me was gone but my parents and sister promised to help me get all my memories right. I trusted them. I didn't know then what was about to come.

My name is Amelia Rose, my father's name is John, my mother's name is Hiori and my sister's name is Irina. I am French and part Japanese, and I have lived all my life in France. During middle school I had an accident, a drunk driver hit the car I was in. That was and the reason I hit my head. The driver died. The accident happened in the streets of Paris.

Those were what they told me. I believed them. I never questioned anything. Actually, I never had to. I had friends, I was happy and I was enjoying my life. All those until one night, during November. I was in my first year of high school and I had just gotten back from school when I saw an older man exiting the house. He was old, blond with blue tired eyes. When he saw me he smiled widely.

"Oh… you grew up! You changed, a lot. Goodbye miss Amelia," he said in a creepy voice and was lost in the midst of the front yard. I stood there completely freaked out and a few seconds later I snapped and ran to my father's office. He was sitting behind his desk, having his head buried into his hands. When he heard me enter the room he snapped his head up and looked at me with sad eyes.

"Father? Who was that creepy old man who left the house, just now? Did he know me from somewhere? He said that I changed." I asked worriedly. My father didn't answer just kept staring at me with those sad eyes. I felt worried about him so I approached him slowly.

"Father? Are you still there?" I asked again. His face darkened and he closed his eyes in frustration. Something was wrong. I knew it but I didn't expect what he said after that.

"Amelia, that was your future father-in-law. We are going to get a deal between our companies, and you will have to marry his son," he paused. I tried to understand what he just said but he didn't give me a minute and he continued.

"Also you will stop going to school, you are going to be home tutored. You will also never leave the house again. The wedding will take place when you finish high school. Now please go to your room." he choked. I felt shocked. I couldn't get anything. I felt like I was living in a dream.

"You are joking, right? What is all this? What is going on? Who gave you the right to do all those things? I don't want to get married!" I started to shutter. I started to tremble and lose my cool. He looked at me hard and started to shout at me.

"You live in this house! As long as you live in this house, no, in MY house, you will do whatever I want! You will not go to school anymore! You now have a fiance! You will not be around other men! And it's my business! To get my business, who is feeding you, I will do whatever I want! End of story!"

"What are you saying? At what age are we living? It's my life! I have rights too!"

"Then leave the house!" he shouted.

I took a step back. I knew that I couldn't leave the house. I didn't have anyone who would be willing to help me. I was only 15 years old. What a 15 years old could do outside alone? Not only that! Cause of my amnesia there were many things that I was still learning about this world! I was trapped. I took a hold of myself and ran out of the room to my mother's room. I wanted someone to back me up. To help and support me. But she wasn't much of a help either. She didn't agree but she said that this way everything would be ok. She said that she got married to her father the same way and they were happy, so I shouldn't be worried. I freaked out and I ran to Irina. She didn't care. She said that as the daughter of a rich family like ours, I had to see that coming.

"It is our destiny, sadly," she added and she continued to read her magazine. I felt heartbroken. This was crazy.

"I am in a dream. Yes… I am in a dream. I will wake up and everything would be back at what they were," I kept telling myself until I cried myself to sleep. The next day unfortunately didn't change as I hopped. The day after too. The day after that too. So I accepted it. I stayed home. I never saw my friends again and I never left the house again. I accepted my destiny.

Isn't what my father, mother, and sister wanted?

Well, fuck them! I have other plans when I hit 18.

Today was going to be held the so-called engagement between me and the son of that creepy old dude, at our house of course. My mother was happy and humming while she was trying to find a suitable dress for her to wear. I was bored so I was in her room pretending to be interested in her dilemma, between the blue and the black dress. I rolled my eyes irritated and I said to wear the black one. This day would be a sad one after all, at least for me. She nodded happily and she chose the black one. I exited the room to get ready as well. They made me wear a white dress, down to my knees, and long-sleeved. A maid gathered my hair in a french braid and did my makeup.

I looked at the mirror. "This is ridiculous" I murmured and I put a fake smile on my face. I got up and exited my room only to face my sister.

"Oh! You look good! What? Wanna be pretty for your new husband?" she chuckled to her own words. I narrowed my eyes and raised my middle finger.

"Fuck you, Irina," I said in the most polite way I could speak at that time and I walked away from her and her anger. I went down the stairs of the house and went towards the kitchen. I was hungry so I asked one of the maids to make me a sandwich. She nodded and started to get the ingredients. I sat on the counter and waited patiently playing with my fingers in my lap until the food was placed in front of me. It was a long sandwich with tomatoes, lettuce, mayo, ham, and cheese. I started to eat while looking bluntly at the kitchen and the maids with the chef.

"You know, if you eat all this, you will get fat. Stop eating!" I heard a man's voice next to me making me jump. I looked at him annoyed for a second and continued to eat from my plate leaning on the table.

"My name is Stefan Douchberg." he said smiling while giving me his hand.

"Congratulations," I cut him off and continue to eat annoyed. I wasn't in the mood for chit-chatting, especially while I was eating.

"I am your fiance," he continued still smiling. I stopped eating and let my half-eaten sandwich on my plate. I turned around slowly towards him smiling and I approached his face slowly and took a small breath.

"I don't give a fuck!" I whispered melodically and took off irritated. He was an asshole alright. Criticizing me for what am I eating. Just imagine me being married to a controlling bastard like him, was making me shiver. I found my way back to the stairs but my parents were coming down and they spotted me. Immediately they turned me around and drove me to the main living room. There was that creepy man waiting for us. After they sit me on a couch, my fiance came in and sat next to his father.

"This is it!" my father said happily and he gave us all some papers to sign. I scanned them carefully. There was nothing suspicious, only the fact that I was saying that I am getting married to my fiance to be on my own free will. I rolled my eyes to their ignorance and signed it. Once all were done my father took the creepy old man to his office and the rest of us went to the dining room.

"I will have dinner in my room," I said shortly without leaving anyone to speak back and I left the room. While I was walking towards my room I felt someone grabbing my hand and pinning me to the wall. It was Stefan.

"What do you want?" I asked annoyed making it pretty clear that I didn't like him at all. He looked at me in the eyes and smirked. I felt some kind of danger coming from him and tried to free myself from his grip.

"Listen to me, miss Amelia. From now on you will be mine and only mine."

mine and only mine…

"So you will be a good girl and you will listen to me!" he hissed at me giving me a winning smile. I signed heavily and I shook my head disappointed.

"You really think that you are some kind of jackpot? Have you seen yourself in the mirror lately? And just because you are my fiance that doesn't mean that you own me. I don't remember giving you the permission to own me!" I said bored and I felt his grip loosen up giving me the chance to leave as fast as I could, locking my door behind me. I could feel my heart beating fast and me sweating like crazy. I walked towards my bed and fell on it. He was scary! That scared me to death. What the fuck did I got myself into?

I sighed heavily and tried to calm down breathing deeply and slowly. I tried to loosen my hair and take off my dress. I was feeling like something was trying to choke me. I took off all my clothes and laid on the bed naked. That feeling couldn't leave my throat.

Mine and only mine…

Those words were choking me. I was feeling like those words weren't supposed to be told by him. I felt like they were already been told to me by someone else. Someone that I cared for and loved. It was weird. Yet again I could just be imagining things. After all there were times that memories that I thought were true, were actually made up by my brain.

I shook my head and got up to go and get a shower to relax a little. The night was too troublesome to let me sleep too.

"I hate when this happens..."

I couldn't shake that thought, that feeling out of me. I was told that I would never remember anything from my past on my own. Truth was that I managed to get a few memories but it felt like I wasn't the one in them. They were just information. Was this possibly one of those? I was trying to remember who could possibly tell me something so cheesy and possessive. I couldn't. My head started to hurt so I gave up and fall asleep with the hope that there was actually someone who told me this in the past.

The first year of my so-called high school life ended. Summer came to torture me more as I wasn't allowed to go to the beach. The year that passed was peaceful, somehow. Stefan would occasionally flirt with me, but he would always get his ass kicked. I really didn't like that guy. He was making me feel very uncomfortable with all those cheesy lines he was saying to me. Then his attitude was all messed up. Sometimes he was all over me, complimenting my hair, my eyes, my nose, my lips. Sometimes he was angry for some reason and dangerously possessive. He would try to get a hold of me but I was always faster and always managed to escape in time. That guy was crazy. His mood was all messed up.

Thank god it was summer and he would be absent with his father and my father on a business trip all over Europe. Now at home, it was only me, my mother, and my sister along with our maids. Still, it was boring. I wanted to go to the sea. I wanted to go out and have some fun. Eat some ice cream, laugh with friends, dance, and party. But I was not allowed to do anything.

Then again I had found something else to do during my free time. Search more about my past. One day I asked my sister if I ever had a boyfriend before. She choked on her drink and looked at me shocked. She asked me if I remembered anything. I lied and told her no and she felt relieved!? She told me that I never had a boyfriend in the past and smiled. Then I knew that she was lying to me. So I decided to look for my past more. I searched my room, my sister's room, my parent's room to find any clue about me.

I didn't find and lot's of things. I found an old photo album in my parent's room but we were all in France and only the four of us. In my sister's room, I found a Japanese kimono, which was weird as according to my family we never traveled outside France. And in my room, I found some music sheets for the piano. I... I could read them? I was in shock. How could I know how to read music? Nobody told me that I used to play music in the past. Did they lie to me?

Nevertheless, nothing actually helped me to remember something. I took them all in my room and got them in a chest and then inside my closet with lots of clothes above it. I kept looking at them every day in an attempt to remember something but it was useless. I asked my mother about my relation to music and she told me that I hated music and that I would never sit still to learn to play an instrument. She was nervous. I knew that she was lying. I also asked my sister if we have ever been to Japan and she said no. I asked her if we had any kind of relatives in Japan or friends, she again said no. I asked her if she liked that country or her culture she said again no. She was lying too. If we didn't have any kind of relation to that country or any kind of interest why did she have a kimono in her closet? And then the more I was thinking about it the more information I knew about Japan, that I was sure that I never read about.

All those were so suspicious. Lies and denial. Did they want to hide something from me? If yes, why then? Doing whatever they wanted wasn't enough for them? Apparently no. But I couldn't be angry or act spoiled. Like father said. I was in their hands. So I ignored my anger and my feelings and continued to act as a good daughter.

At the end of the summer break, the men of the family returned. According to them, they had managed to get a very good deal with some German companies and they wanted to celebrate it. That night we ate, we drank and we sat at the dinner table to speak. Saying 'we', I meant they. I wasn't part of any kind of conversation. I stood silent in a corner trying to find the best time for me to leave. When I finally got the chance I went to the garden to take some fresh air. I followed the path which took me from the balcony to the small pond we had. It was night and the sky was full of stars. The moon was reflecting on the surface of the lake and was trembling with every sudden movement of the fish in it. I sat down on the ground and remained silent. I was enjoying the silence when a sudden sound was heard from behind me making me stand up immediately.

"Who is there?" I asked in a dangerous tone. I was scared as I could feel my heart pound like crazy but I had to show that I wasn't. Fear is the worst enemy they say. A few moments later a shadow appeared in front of me and a blond guy came into my view.

"Stefan? What do you want here?" I asked annoyed. He was the last person I wanted to see right now. He smiled faintly and approached me more until he was standing right in front of me.

"Good afternoon, Amelia. It is a lovely night, don't you think?" he smirked and closed his eyes satisfied. I raised one eyebrow irritated.

"It was. Now you are here and you destroyed my mood. Thank you." I said bitterly and started to take off. But he had other plans. He stopped me and threw me in his arms.

"You know Amelia, all this time, while I was in my home country, Germany, I had time to think. I need to change the way I am approaching you."

"You have exhausted every possible way to approach me." I fought back to make him let me go but he wouldn't take his arms from my waist. I sighed.

"No… I haven't done something yet," he smiled and placed his hand under my chin raising my face to face him. I tried to speak but he slammed his lips on mine. I got surprised at the sudden touch. I didn't know how to react so I tried to push him off me. Instead, he pushed my head more and deepened the kiss by shoving his tongue in my mouth. I gasped and tried to move my head away only to be forced into the kiss deeper and deeper. In the end, I just gave up and I decided to try to wait until he stops by closing my eyes.

Then I felt like I was dreaming. I thought that I saw a redhead boy looking at me, no, at us, with a betrayed expression, and then walking away from me. I felt a sharp pain in my heart and I opened my eyes desperate and shoved Stefan away from me with as much power I had. He looked at me shocked and I pushed him more throwing him to the ground while looking around for that redhead boy. He was nowhere to be found.

"Am I imagining things?" I asked aloud myself but I kept looking. Stefan got up again and tried to understand what was going on. I slapped him angrily and I ran away from him to my room. I felt like I was running for hours until I finally managed to arrive at my room. I have got no idea if someone saw me running like crazy. Actually, who cares!

I closed the door, I looked, just to be safe, and I started to walk up and down the room trying to calm down. I started to think that I had lost my memory and now I had lost and my logic! I was seeing things!

"Am I seeing things?" I was asking myself again and again. "Who was that guy?" "Why did he appear?" "Why was he sad? Disappointed? Betrayed?"

A knock at the door took me out of my thoughts.

"Amelia? Are you ok? You looked distressed!" it was Irina's voice behind the door. Great! I opened the door quickly and I drugged her in the room. I sat her down and I took a deep breath.

"Irina. Have you ever closed your eyes and happened to see someone in front of you?" I asked her breathless.

"How am I supposed to see someone with closed eyes?" she blinked confused.

"Yes. You are right! Right… how can someone see someone else with his eyes closed? What is he? A medium?" I started to panic with my voice cracking. I am driving myself crazy!

Irene stared at me worried but quickly again I threw her out of my room locking the door behind her once again. I continued to walk up and down. I accepted the fact that I was crazy and took off. He was a young boy, at my age? Maybe. He had red hair. He was hot!

"God, I am losing it..." I murmured feeling sorry for myself.

"But the real question is… do I know that guy?" I mean I have never met a redhead in my life, I mean after the accident, so how did he appear in front of me? They say that the brain is an organ that hides lots of secrets.

"No… I am seeing things!" then it hit me.

"Maybe a ghost?"

A ghost! That is! A ghost! But how did I see a ghost with my eyes closed? No no no… it's impossible. I had my eyes closed!

I had my eyes closed…

I decided to stop thinking about it and then I remember that that idiot had just kissed me. My first kiss… that motherfucker just took my first kiss! I started to walk up and down again with cold sweat traveling down my back. I never thought that this will be important but now that happened I started to panic and feel extremely bad. Then the image of that boy appeared again. My heart started to be in pain again. I sat down on my bed and brought my fingers on my lips. I felt disappointed. I guess I didn't want Stefan to be my first kiss. My mind drifted away by the sleep which was concurring me all this time.

I closed my eyes and I found myself in a garden. There was a pond with a wooden bridge and there were trees all around with pink flowers. I was at the pond and I was looking at the fish in it. I heard someone approaching me slowly from behind. I looked back and I smiled at him. And there he was. A redhead boy, with a beautiful smile but I couldn't see his eyes. He hugged me and I hugged him back. He came closer to my face I felt his lips on mine. When we broke the kiss I looked at him only to see Stefan in his place smirking at me. Then I saw behind him that boy again leaving disappointed. I screamed at him.

"Waaiiiittt!"

I woke up breathing heavily. It was a dream. Not a dream, a nightmare. I looked around me. I had fallen asleep with my clothes on and it was already morning.

"He appeared and in my dreams… I need to search about it…." I promised myself and slept again.

"Who are the people who appear in dreams..." I searched on the Internet. It says that the people who appear in dreams are people who we have already seen in our lives, even for one second.

"That doesn't help..." I sighed as I closed my laptop. But I couldn't stop thinking about him. The last three nights after that party, he would appear in my dreams and I would wake up screaming at him to wait for me. Why would I do that for an unknown person? He must be someone that I knew. I couldn't explain it otherwise.

I left my laptop on my bed and I went to the kitchen to find something to eat. I found one of my maids and she happily prepared me some tea with sandwiches. I noticed some pink flowers on the teacups.

"Sakura huh?" I said unconsciously. She looked at the teacup and nodded happily. I sipped my tea trying to remember where I had seen those flowers again. Right… in my dreams… I almost spit my tea and brought the cup to the table. I grabbed the sandwiches and ran back to my room.

I searched for 'sakura' and Japanese gardens. The pictures that came up matched the images from my dreams and my knowledge of them. The garden, the trees, everything. It seemed crazy. Nothing was making sense anymore. And then a crazy idea came to my mind.

"I should learn Japanese."

Why the hell no?

So I asked my mother for Japanese lessons. In the beginning, she looked at me like she was ready to faint. Her voice was cracking and she was shuttering when she was asking me the reason for my new request. I just said that I wanted to learn a new language. I already knew English and French, so Japanese would be a good choice for an Asian language. She looked at me with disapproval and suggested learning Chinese as it was more valuable for the company, instead of Japanese. I stared at her hard.

"For the company? Why would I care for the company?" I asked. After all, I will be getting married in a year. What the company has to do with me?

"What? You thought that because you will get married you will not work?" she asked angrily.

"Let me remind you that right now I am in the house and not allowed to leave the house to be a good wife material? And you expect me to go to work after I get married? Do you hear yourself?" I asked annoyed with her ignorance! They are making the decisions and I am at fault. She let her mouth drop.

"Japanese IT IS!" I said and left her in her shock.

In the end, I started Chinese… or that is what they thought….

October came fast. Chinese are ok but Japanese is better. I did start Chinese but I was studying Japanese on my own in secret. And here I am now, sitting bored at the library playing with my pencil. I am supposed to study Chinese, but I have opened my laptop and I am waiting for the page to load. I don't know why but... turns out I already knew basic Japanese. And that was only normal. I ended up looking up about amnesia. I don't have the full information of my diagnosis, but I realized that I still hold my knowledge of the things around me, I can still speak languages I had learned in the past apparently like Japanese, I still had my skills like knowing how to read music sheets but what I lost was my memories of my past.

''My life sucks… big time!'' I shout when the page wouldn't load at all and then the door opened. I hurried and closed the laptop in case my mother walks in and see that I caught up with Japanese.

''Miss Amelia I brought you some food.'' It was the maid. She let the dishes on the table in front of me and left the room again. I looked at the dishes. They had flowers on them.

''They don't want me to learn Japanese but they sure love Sakura... Beautiful flowers….'' I murmured and got up. I tried to put some other books I had around back to the bookshelf but they wouldn't get back to their places. I let them on the table and I took out the rest of the books around them and placed them on the table too. Then I saw some smaller and older books along with some notebooks at the back of the shelf. I took them and put them on the table too. I took the first one on the top. It was a notebook. There was no title from the outside. When I opened it on the first page there was my name written there. I continued to the next page and my eyes widened. In there were written various Japanese expressions. The handwriting was like mine but you could tell it was written by a child. I searched and the rest of the pages. At the beginning were simple expressions like 'good morning', 'good evening', 'my name is Amelia' and such. I continued to read it for some time. It made me laugh. Most of them were wrong. This notebook had Kanji. The other one I opened had Hiragana and the third had Katakana.

I continue to read and laugh with my ways of writing them. "Well, this is proof that I indeed learned Japanese in the past. That explains a lot!" I chuckled. I took all the books and notebooks with Chinese and Japanese and took them to my room. I threw the Chinese books on my bed and I walked to the wardrobe, to my chest where I put my old Japanese books and notebooks inside.

I smiled at my treasures and I felt proud of my findings, but I lost my smile when I realized that I was slow like a turtle. I sighed and closed my chest. I walked to my window and saw people gathering in the front yard. There were my sister and my mother, my father, and the chauffeurs. I had nothing better to do so I went down to see what they were doing.

I found a maid that informed me about them testing some cars at the gates. So I went towards the gates. It had started to get dark outside and the lights of the path were on. While I was in the middle of the yard I saw a strong light hitting directly my eyes, blinding me completely. When the light left my face I heard a loud noise of crushing and the horn of a car being extremely loud. Then I heard people screaming, crying for help, and running towards us. I felt the need to go to the crushed car but my head started to hurt really bad and images flashed through my head. Cloudy images of lights, laughing, a driver, and loud noise.

'What is going on?'

My legs started to tremble and my head was hurting like crazy. The images cleared up and I suddenly found myself in a car. It was in a limo with black seats. I looked around me and I noticed that the driver was on the right side of the car.

'Weird' I thought. The driver turned to me smiling.

"Miss Amelia! You look stunning tonight! Are you ready for your date?" he asked me in Japanese. I looked at him and then at myself and I saw that I was wearing a gold dress. My heart was raising from excitement and I was smiling. I opened my mouth to answer but before I managed to say a word, a strong light hit me in the eye and a huge awful sound of crashing was heard.

''NNNNOOOOO'' I shouted as I opened my eyes. I was breathing heavily. I looked around me and I saw that I wasn't anymore in that car. I was on a bed and I was wearing pajamas instead of that gold dress. I tried to calm down from that nightmare but I didn't manage to relax as I realized that I didn't know where I was so I started to panic again. I tried to get up and get out of bed when I heard a soft deep and kind voice.

''Amelia?'' I looked next to me and I saw a redhead boy looking at me with the sweetest smile I have ever seen. I knew that boy. It was that redhead boy who was appearing in my dreams sad. Now he was smiling. His smile warmed my heart and made me calm down almost immediately.

''Amelia, come on, we are going to be late,'' he said and got up from the bed. I didn't let him go. I had to apologize to him, so I grabbed his hand and made him sit on the bed again. His eyes, still I couldn't see them.

"I am sorry… about the kiss… he kissed me… I didn't kiss him back…" I said and bowed my head fearing of what he is going to say or how he is going to react. Would he even believe me? Then I felt his hand patting my head. I raised it slowly and I tried to take a peek at his face but I saw his chest instead. He had gotten up and was walking towards the door.

"Ne! What is your name?" I asked all of a sudden making him stop and turn around. I saw him moving his lips but I couldn't hear his name.

"What?"

Again no sound. He smiled and opened the door.

"No, wait!" I screamed at him as I raised my arm towards him and I opened my eyes.

This time my surroundings were familiar. 'Am I still dreaming?' I asked myself when I saw the sky of my bed and my arm raised in the air. I put it down and I looked around me at the three faces looking worried at me.

'no… I am awake for real now… ' I groaned disappointed.

''Amelia, are you ok?'' my sister asked me.

''Yes, but I have been better,'' I said bitterly to her and got up.

''No, miss Amelia. The doctor said that you should stay in bed to rest some more,'' a maid said gently which made me go into rage mode in seconds but I managed to keep my cool and I only nodded.

The maid nodded too and left the room leaving me with my mother and sister.

"Amelia… you were talking in your sleep," my mother said concerned.

"I see," I said not really caring about it.

"In Japanese..." Irina continued. I stared at them waiting for them to continue.

"The whole time?" I asked.

They looked at each other and they nodded together like those dogs at the back of the cars. I smiled and I laid back on my bed.

"I see… thank you for telling me. You can go now." I said smiling to my self and they left the room too.

I looked at the sky of my bed once I made sure that they were gone and I was completely alone. I recalled my two dreams.

At the first one, I was in a car. The driver was sitting on the right side of the car. So it must have been in England, or Cyprus or Japan, definitely not in France. And I was wearing a gold dress so I was going somewhere important, a date like the driver asked me? And I was happy. So happy that my heart was aching and hopping up and down. Could she really do something like that? Where I was going? Or who I was going to meet? A date…?

I became all red. I shook my head again.

Again. Limo with black seats. The driver was on the right side, so Japan, England, Cyprus. I was learning Japanese before the accident, he was speaking to me in Japanese… Is it possible that the accident happened in Japan? I almost got up in excitement but I sat back down again.

"Calm down Amelia… calm down… you have no proof..."

I didn't have any proof. Then the second dream was a charmer. I managed to see the handsome redhead again and I managed to apologize to him, so I hope that next time he won't be-…

"wait… WAIT WAIT WAIT!" I screamed in shock. "He didn't answer me!" I shout and I closed my mouth with my hands hoping that no one heard me. I sat back sad.

And say I was in Japan… I was going on a date… did I ever have a boyfriend?

I looked puzzled at my hands.

What if that redhead was my boyfriend?

"No way… that is too good to be true…" I said with pain remembering my days at middle school. I never was the famous type. I was always cold and emotionless. I was getting bullied because of that so I became aggressive and foulmouth to protect myself. Thankfully, I managed to make some friends who put up with me. According to my mom, I used to be kinder and more pleasant to be around, but she never complained. She understood why I turned up like that. I got up from the bed, ignoring the doctor's advice like always, and I walked towards the window. I needed some air and to see the garden. But the sun was setting. Maybe I wasn't out for too long. The sky was red with shades of pink and yellow.

"Red…" I murmured unconsciously. Then I remembered that redhead boy. I didn't manage to get his name. I hope that I will still remember him.

The next weeks after that incident was a nightmare. I had awful deja vus, my dreams were continuously repeated again and again to a point that I started to decline the idea of sleeping. Again and again that accident, again and again, the same dialog and again and again the same disturbing sound of us crashing. It was unbearable. I asked my parents again about the accident. I was getting the same answer again. The accident happened in France, someone who was drunk hit us with his car, I was going to a party. Who goes to a party dressed in gold? And the dream was saying that I was going on a date. Lies! I bet they were lying from day one! Why so many lies?

I tried to look for a car accident in France and Japan that happened the time I had mine but I couldn't find anything. Like my accident never happened. "Maybe I am paranoid or something... Maybe I am imagining everything! Maybe I am making up memories." I started to say to myself every night I couldn't sleep and would walk into my room like a ghost. Nothing was right. Everything was wrong. That dream was repeating again for some goddamn reason. But why? And the more I was seeing that dream the more it was getting real and I would wake up cover in sweat.

And that redhead boy was nowhere to be found. He had left me too. I was alone now in my dreams and my demons.

Alone and destroyed.

Some mornings I was asking myself if it was a good idea to start digging into my past. Was it a good idea to try and learn what happened before? Why did I start to have those ideas that something was being hidden from me? Why was I that paranoid about it? I should have just left it like that… yes… I had to forget about my past… my family was right from the beginning… yes…

And so I decided to accept everything and to stop searching and stop thinking and stop being worried. I accepted my fate and the story that I used to believe in all this time. And I finally managed to sleep in peace. I started to be like I used to be. Happy and carefree. I started to believe anything my family was saying. I even started to try to accept the fact that I was going to marry someone that I didn't love and believe that I would be happy for the rest of my life.

My life was now complete… I was happy?

Ok! Here is what is happening to Amelia while Akashi is struggling back in Japan with her death and his new fiance!

I hope that you still haven't given up on me mina!

Thank you for reading! Sorry for the slow update, I hope that I managed to save it somehow!

See ya next chapter! ^_^