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"Why won't she wake up?" A female voice sighed in distress, waking her up from her deep sleep.

She opened her eyes, noticing she was lying down even though she felt as if the room was slowly spinning. Her head was pounding, and the bright lights in the room made her squeeze her eyes shut for a few seconds before reopening them to look at her surroundings. She looked down at her wrist and noticed an IV and a machine next to the bed. She must be in a hospital.

There were also two people sitting down next to the bed she was on. The female had dark brown hair and amber eyes, looking shocked and joyous that she was looking at her. There was a man sitting next to her with short brown hair and deep blue eyes, he had the same expression as the woman.

Who are they? Maybe they know what happened…

"What happened?" She muttered. The smiles on their faces disappeared replaced with worried frowns.

"Is she awake?" A young woman, who she guessed was a nurse, opened the door to the small private room she was in.

"You were in a car accident, sweetie." The man answered. Sweetie? Why was he calling her sweetie? And what car crash?

"Who are you?" She asked, feeling slightly creeped out that they were at her bedside when her parents should be… She looked over to the nurse, now looking as if she was thinking about something.

"I better go get the doctor." She said before closing the door behind her.

The two looked at each other and back to her, both saying "We're your parents."

"No you're not." She said, but when she thought about it, she didn't even know who her parents were. Why doesn't she know who her parents are? What's wrong with her? She couldn't even remember her name…

"Yes, we are." The man answered slowly, as if he was in disbelief of what was happening.

"I-I gave birth to you in this hospital on August thirteenth, Nineteen-ninety four." The woman stammered, sounding as if she was barely able to get the words out.

A knock came from the door, and a thirty something man in scrubs and a white coat with wavy blonde hair immediately walked in with the nurse from earlier behind him.

"Look who's finally awake! " The doctor said happily, looking down at the couple and then to her, but no one returned his cheery greeting, "I'm Dr. VanCamp."

"Um, yeah…" She answered, wanting the awkward silence to be over.

"Can you tell me what your name is?" He asked sweetly like kindergarten teachers do when asking a little kid a question.

She closed her eyes and tried to think. Minka, Marie, Molly, Michelle, Macy? It could be any one of them!

"I dunno…" She finally said, opening her eyes. The doctor now looked concerned just like her "parents".

"Okay. And do you have any brothers or sister?"

Does she?

"I don't know." The woman who claimed she was her mother gasped, her already crying induced bloodshot eyes looked watery and her husband looked as if he just lost all hope.

"Any pets?"

"Uh…."

"Names of friends?"

She desperately tried to think, she had no idea who anyone was or even who she was. What the hell was wrong with her? Was she going insane? Were they going to lock her in a mental hospital?

"I-I d-don't know." She felt her eyes start to get warm and her throat tighten.

"Mr. and Mrs. Block, can I speak to you in the hall?" The doctor said to the couple. So her last name is Block? She felt tears fall down her face, and the pain in her head become ten times more unbearable. She knew no one, she had no idea who her friends were, she anyone who she loved, or who loved her…

Westchester, NY

Westchester County Hospital

Saturday, October 5th

1:35 A.M.

"How could this happen?" Kristen sobbed as she and Claire rushed through the quiet and eary halls of the hospital, lost, and desperate to find Massie.

Claire had planned for her usual Friday schedule: Go to school, go home and grab her stuff, go to Massie's, go to the game with Kristen, Massie, and the guys, and then meet back at Massie's house. Instead Massie had texted everyone after the game, saying to meet at her house and that she would be a little late. But just as Claire had pulled into the Block's driveway, Massie had called saying that she was cancelling and that everyone should just go home. Something had defiantly been up before she called. Massie never cancelled Friday nights… even if she had food poisoning.

Claire had gone home and invited Kristen to spend the night, although it didn't feel the same with Massie gone. They had even invited the guys over, but Landon refused to come, only saying he was busy. They had all assumed Massie was with Landon. It wasn't until Claire had received a frantic call from Kendra Block twenty minutes ago, telling her that Massie had been in accident and that they were at the Westchester County Hospital. Claire had feared the worst, worrying that Massie was in a coma or practically dead. Claire had woken Kristen up and had listened to her cry while forced herself to hold back the tears and not let her fears get to her while she was driving.

"What do mean amnesia?" They heard a woman from down the hall gasp in horror. Claire squinted at where the woman stood with a man, a doctor and a nurse. Claire realized it was Kendra and William. And as she and Kristen moved closer they could see that her mascara was smudged and both she and William were crying, Kendra trying to quiet her sobs as the doctor quietly continued to talk to them before sadly shaking his head and leaving them to soak in his words.

"What happened?" Claire asked, trying to hold back her tears once they finally reached them. From the way Mr. Block held Mrs. Block as they both cried, Claire knew there was definitely something wrong. What if she died?

"Girls!" Kendra released herself from her husband's grasp and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

"Is she okay?" Kristen asked.

William and Kendra exchanged a worried look.

"Not quite." William said to the floor.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Claire pressed, just wanting to know what was wrong with her friend and if she was okay.

"What even happened?" Kristen's voice shook.

"She was in a car accident." Kendra sighed, letting more tears fall from her eyes.

"How serious was it?" Claire couldn't help but also let herself cry. She had planned on staying stong no matter what the news was, but there was no way she could hold it in.

"They said it's a miracle she's even alive…" William said, only meeting her eyes for a second before looking back down to the floor, Claire's hands flew to her mouth, not wanting them to tell her anymore. She wouldn't be able to bear any more bad news.

"They also said it was even more extraordinary her injuries aren't as bad as they should be…" Kendra continued for him.

"Then what's wrong with her?" Kristen asked with wide worried eyes.

"She has a concussion, a broken ankle, a few cuts…" Kendra trailed off, starting to sob.

But Claire looked into the window of the room they were standing across from instead of asking Kendra what else was wrong. She could see Massie awake, looking worried but also in pain as she talked to a nurse.

Claire walked to the closed door and turned the knob.

"You probably shouldn't go in there." A man from behind said. She turned around to see a man who looked to be a doctor with blonde hair and piercing green eyes.

"Why?" Both she and Kristen asked.

"She won't remember you." He said, looking sorry for them.

"What do you mean? We're her best friends! We're practically her sisters!" Claire said hysterically, feeling as if she was losing it.

"She has amnesia… she doesn't even remember who her parents are." He placed a hand on her shoulder, "We even asked her if she knew her friends were… she had no idea."

"Amnesia?" Kristen gasped.

"When will she remember?" Claire felt her eyes become hot with tears again.

"We don't know." He sighed heavily, "We're not even sure if her memory will ever come back."

Claire heard Mrs. Block sob even louder after hearing those words from the doctor. Never come back? No, she has to remember! Claire shrugged his hand off of his shoulder and opened the door, ignoring his warning.

"Massie!" Claire said, quickly walking over to the side of Massie's cot. She noticed that her chestnut colored hair that had been straight earlier was now in its natural wavy state, probably from when it had rained a couple of hours ago.

Massie looked up at her with an expression mixed with worry and shock and her eyes were bloodshot from crying.

"Who's Massie?" Massie asked, looking behind Claire at the doctor who had talked to them out in the hall. Claire felt her stomach drop at this question. She didn't even know who she was!

"You." Both Claire and the doctor said at the same time.

Massie up at Claire and Kristen, "Who are they?"

"Your friends." He answered. Claire looked down at Massie in horror. Her friend was broken and there was nothing she could do to help. And she has always hated not being able to fix things. But the only person who could fix Massie's memory was Massie.

"I'm sorry…" Massie whispered, tears starting to roll down her cheeks, "I don't know you."

"Please, you two need to leave… you're upsetting her and she needs her rest." The doctor said to her and Kristen.

Claire and Kristen nodded and walked out the door without saying a word.

"So my name is Massie?" She asked the nurse once the doctor and the two girls left.

"Yes." The nurse said, moving towards her and checking on her leg that she didn't know was broken until the doctor told her, she guessed she couldn't feel the pain in her leg from the medication, but her head still hurt.

"How does your head feel?" The girl asked. It wasn't until now that Massie realized how young the girl was. She looked like she couldn't of had this job for very long. She could tell that she liked Dr. Van Camp from the way she blushed whenever he looked at her. Sure, there was an age gap, but Massie had to admit that he was extremely handsome. Any normal person wouldn't have cared about their doctor and nurse's relations but it kept her mind off of why she couldn't remember anything.

"Like someone just hit with a brick." She sighed, trying not to think about her memory. She didn't want to think about it, she just wanted it back to normal… even though she had no idea what her previous 'normal' was…

"You're pretty lucky, it could have and should have been a lot worse." She gave her a small smile.

"What's your name?" Massie blurted. She would rather talk about the nurse than her. She knew if she was forced to talk about her memory she would start crying again. She may not remember who her family is, but she knew she hated to cry, now and before.

"Brielle." She smiled again. Massie noted that she had a perfectly white smile. She had long sandy blonde hair and blue/green eyes. Massie thought she should be a model, not a nurse.

"What's McDreamy's?" Massie asked using the nickname of Patrick Dempsey's character, Derek Shepherd, from Grey's Anatomy. At least she remembered TV shows.

"Ezra." She said, looking out the window, Massie followed her gaze, noticing that he was talking to her 'parents' and back to her, she had to admit that he was extremely good looking.

Brielle turned back to her as if she was shocked, "You remember Grey's Anatomy, but you don't remember your parents or friends?"

"I guess." Massie shrugged, desperately trying to block the sadness from taking a hold on her again. But the thought of going home came to mind, but then she remembered she had no idea where her home was or what it was like. She looked down at her palms, hoping the salty tears forming in her eyes wouldn't wash down her cheeks as the nurse left the room to go talk with the doctor again and to give her some privacy.

"Claire!" Derrick gasped for air when he finally reached where he was told to go, "Where is she?"

Claire spun around, her eyes filled with sorrow as tears continuously fell from them, but the sadness was quickly replaced when she realized it was him. He couldn't blame her after everything he's done to her and her friends over the years since middle school…

"What are you doing here?" Kristen snapped from behind her.

"What happened to Massie?" He asked, ignoring her question.

"Why do you care?" Claire spat, leaving him feel as if she just punched him in the stomach. It wasn't every day that someone he used to consider his sister looked and talked to him like he was some sort of monster. Actually, it was almost every day, but for the past years he's always ignored it…

"What the hell happened?" He demanded. He forced himself to glare into her icy blue eyes, but softed when she looked down to the floor trying to hold back a sob.

"She was in a car accident." Claire whispered before turning around and he knew it was because she didn't want him to see her cry.

"What?" He gasped. He had been shocked when Dune texted him telling him that his mom, a paramedic, said one of their old friends was in the hospital, and even though that's all she said, Derrick knew right away that it was Massie. And now that he was here, he felt as if it was just a nightmare, like he should wake up any second and find out that Massie was perfectly fine. But he knew the real nightmare was that this was real, and Massie obviously wasn't ok from the way Claire and Kristen were now sobbing.

He turned around and ran his hand through his shaggy sandy blonde hair in frustration, a habit Massie had noted way back in middle school. He looked through the window into the private room and noticed that it was Massie laying on the bed, crying.

Without any hesitation he reached for the door, but Claire quickly moved in front of the door.

"Move it, Claire!" He tried pushing her to the side, but he had forgotten how stubborn Claire was, and knew she wasn't going to budge unless he found some other way into the room.

"Derrick, she has amnesia, she doesn't know who any of us are." Kristen said from behind him. He turned around and searched her eyes to see if they could give any indication that she was lying but he found nothing.

"You're lying!" He shouted, desperately not wanting to believe them. There was no way she could forget him, not after everything that's happened to them over the years.

"No Derrick, we're not!" Claire sighed and wiped her tears before they could fall down her cheeks.

"Why are you even upset?" Kristen sobbed, "You hate her!"

Derrick felt his knees go weak, the same way when his dad came home in seventh grade, telling him the devastating news that changed his life and tore him apart. He knew that they were telling the truth from the looks on their faces, but he couldn't bring himself to admitting it.

"Claire, please just let me see her." He whispered, pleading with his eyes.

"Fine, but hurry!" She moved aside from the door, "If her dad sees you here he'll kill you."

Claire was right. Massie's dad completely hated him, and his family, and everyone knew it. But seeing her was worth the risk…

Massie placed her head in her hands, sobbing. She heard the door to room open but she didn't bother to look up. Whoever it was probably doing the same thing as her: crying and wondering why this would happen to her.

"Massie?" A male voice said from above. It was she had never heard before, and yet she felt as if it was full of comfort and trust. He sounded to be her age and heavy-hearted.

She felt someone gently grab her hands and bring them to her lap. Their touch sent a zap of electricity through her. She knew that she had felt that zap when someone's skin touched hers, but she had no idea who.

"Massie…" The guy sounded desperate for her to give him her attention.

She looked up, looking into a pair of deep chocolate brown eyes with specks of gold in them, almost like a puppy's. He had perfect glowing tan skin, broad shoulders, and she could tell he had a very muscular structure even though he was wearing a burgundy sweatshirt and jeans. Even if she couldn't remember previous boyfriends, crushes, or acquaintances, his face was the most handsome she's ever seen, and she was sure of it. He was the epitome of gorgeous.

He took a seat on the side of her bed and took one her hands and slipped his fingers between hers. His warm touch made her heart speed up, but in the back of her mind someone was screaming at her to take her hand back, but she never wanted him to let it go.

"Mass…" He whispered, his voice shaking bit.

Massie looked down at their hands that were entwined together and back up into his eyes. She searched her brain for any memory of him but all she got was a sense of safety and care. It was obvious she must have cared a lot for him…

"D-do you r-remember who I am?" He asked, gently squeezing her hand as if it was a desperate plea for her to remember him.

She shook her head and allowed herself to shed a few tears, "I wish I did, but-"

"What are you doing here?" An angry voice yelled from the door. Neither of them had even noticed that someone had walked in.

They both looked up to see her father looking furious. She wondered why her dad would have something against the guy sitting next to her on the bed. He had a mysterious twinkle in his eye and for some reason she could sense that he was a little mischievous, but he also seemed as if he would never intentionally hurt her.

"I-I'm sorry, sir." He stammered, standing up from her bed as if it were on fire.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He yelled again as Massie watched in horror. Was she the spawn of a psychotic maniac?

But before he could say anything else her dad grabbed him by the upper arm and dragged him out the door…

North Briarwood Academy

Café

Monday, October 7th

12:08 P.M.

"Did you hear what happened to Massie?" Derrick heard Olivia whisper to Alicia and Dylan on the opposite side of their round table in the middle of the café.

Massie had been the main topic of every discussion in every class, the halls, the locker rooms, and every other place in the school. There was no escaping the sound of her name.

Derrick tried not to listen, not wanting to be reminded that Massie was within inches of death… or the fact that she had no idea who he was. Every time he thought about it, his mind flashed back to the way she looked so helpless, confused, defeated, and broken when he went to the hospital. But he also thought about his parents… remembering what had ripped his family apart.

"Didn't she get into a car crash or something?" Dylan asked before taking a huge bit of her turkey burger.

"I heard she got hit by a train." Dune shrugged, but Derrick continued to look down. He knew Cam was studying him as if he was trying to figure out what he was thinking, but he didn't have the energy to explain everything to Cam and try to make him understand.

"Well whatever it was, she deserved it!" Alicia rolled her eyes while texting on her phone.

Derrick clenched his fists "No one deserves what happened to her!"

"Gawd, what is your problem?" Alicia slammed her phone down on the table causing a few people to stop eating and watch.

"She could have died, I know you despise her, but no one deserves to die in a car crash!" He angrily stood up from his seat, making it fall backwards in the process. He made his way for the doors, just wanting to get away from all of the reminders of Massie.

"Alicia, why would you say that?" He could hear Cam whisper-yell to Alicia before he was out of earshot, "You know his mom died in a car accident!

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