Forget You – Chapter Fifteen – Remembering You

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Who was she?

Where was she?

There was only a deep darkness surrounding her, going on for as many miles as she could see. It was never ending, and honestly, it scared her a little. She had absolutely no memories of before she woke up in the dark room

As she glanced down at her body, she was relieved to see it was still there. But what freaked her out was the amount of blood staining her clothes. Yet, when she raised her arm, there was no injury there whatsoever.

Was this the end?

D.J. sat by her sons bed, watching him as he slept. An two or three hours after they had brought Emma in, she had finally been able to see Jackson.

The doctor looking after him had explained what was wrong, a mild concussion which would mean that he would probably sleep a lot for the first few days, a few lacerations here and there but the main concern was his leg which had been trapped under the dashboard. It may have been too early to tell if there was any lasting damage but time would tell.

Emma on the other hand, there had been no news on her yet. The only thing that D.J. had managed to get out of the nurses was that she was currently in an operation and they didn't know the odds of her walking away from this.

Michelle had left about ten minutes before to go and get Kimmy and the kids and bring them back to the hospital when D.J.'s phone buzzed in her lap. It was her Dad texting her, telling her that their plane had just landed.

They had been extremely lucky that there was a flight leaving not too soon after D.J. called them, plus there was a few empty seats on the plane for them to nab.

She replied, telling them to go to her house and they could come back with Michelle. D.J. then text Michelle the plans, telling her to wait there.

The clock in the corner of the room read four thirty-two in the afternoon when Jackson stirred from his sleep, "Hey baby, how do you feel?"

"Like I've been hit by a truck," He joked weakly but that turned into a groan of pain when he shifted slightly.

D.J. started fussing over him, "No, no, don't move. You need to take it really easy for a while. That accident really did a number on you."

The accident seemed to come back to Jackson, "Mom, where's Emma?"

"They won't tell me anything yet," She moved some of his hair from his face. "What do you remember about the accident?"

Jackson thought for a moment, "Emma – she saved me."

"Hello?" She called out into the darkness, which, surprisingly, did not echo.

"Hello Sweetie," A soothing voice came from behind her. She turned around quickly, having not expected the voice to see a woman in her late twenties/early thirties with blonde hair and blue eyes.

She stepped back a bit, "Who are you?"

"You need to remember that," The figure told her, "I'm here to help you do just that."

"But I've been trying for years, it's impossible," She informed the second woman.

The woman in question placed a hand on her shoulder, "Just trust me," Was the last thing she said before she was thrust into a white light.

A scene in front of her began to form and become clearer, but not too much. Was this a memory?

She came to a stop at her bedroom door and peaked in. When she did, she saw Michelle sat on her bed, hugging a stuffed animal. "Hey, Michelle," She called as she walked in.

"This is memory," She said to no one in particular.

The little girl replied with a "Hi," but not really paying attention.

"How you doing?" She asked as she sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at her sister. "I feel like crying," Michelle admitted.

She put her hand on Michelle's shoulder, "Me too." She took a deep breath before continuing, "But we can't do that in front of Uncle Jesse."

Michelle innocently asked, "Why not?"

"'Cause…" She hesitantly replied, "If he saw us crying, he might start too."

"Uncle Jesse was crying?" Michelle seemed surprised by this revelation.

"He started to," She admitted, tears building up in her eyes this time. "He didn't want me to see, but I did. Michelle, we gotta be brave for Uncle Jesse. And not let him know that we're sad too."

The seven-year-old shook her head, "I don't know if I can do that."

"You have to," She insisted, even though she didn't want to. She didn't know why she was telling Michelle this, anyway.

"But how can I stop myself from crying?"

"Just think of something funny," She had stopped looking at the younger girl at this point, it might help with the tears, she reasoned with herself. "Like when Joey stuff a whole donut in his mouth."

Michelle smiled briefly, "Yeah, that always makes me laugh."

A tall man with dark hair had walked in at that point and started talking to them, but she couldn't figure out who it was. Once he had left, she wrapped her arm around Michelle's shoulders, "Good job, kid," She said as she brought the girl into a close, tight hug.

It faded and she was back in the dark room with the woman, "That Michelle, that's – that's my sister. I have a sister?"

"That's not all, there's more to go, but we're getting there."

And another bright flash of light.

"If you stay in here, this could ruin everything. Is this some kind of revenge because I've been a terrible sister?" A girl, around fifteen asked as she walked the length of the bathroom.

"No," She admitted as she climbed out of the bathtub. "You've been a great sister. That's why I don't want you to leave. If you go, I'll miss everything. Listening in on your phone calls, hearing if you got a date for the weekend, then reading your diary to see how it went."

"I'll be right down the hall," The older girl shook her head. "You can come visit me whenever you want. My door is always open, unless it's closed. And then you knock," She joked.

"But it won't be the same," She complained.

"No," The second girl agreed, "Not exactly the same. You're going to be the big sister in the room. Michelle's going to look up to you just like you looked up to me. But one thing that will never change, I'll always be your big sister and I'll always love you.

"I'll always love you too, Deej." She moved and hugged the elder girl.

"Deej? Is that another form of nickname for D.J.?" The woman nodded. "I remembered another person! She's my sister, too? How many do I have?"

"Wait and find out," She was told.

She had been sitting on the couch, softly crying to herself when the door opened, "Hi," The man said as he shut the door behind him. "Listen, uh, we need to talk."

"Why bother?" She snapped. "I know what you're going to say. 'You missed your chord changes. Your singing was flat. You have no business being out there. You made a total fool of yourself."

He turned to her, "Keep going, I'm not finished."

"It's not funny, Uncle Jesse!" She wanted to yell at him but controlled herself at the last moment. "You know; I hope you're happy. 'Cause this was the most humiliating night of my life. Just leave me alone." And with that, she turned away and leant against a metal cabinet.

The man came over and began to stroke her hair, "Who are you really mad at?"

"Myself," She muttered in reply. "For not listening to you."

"Now we're getting somewhere."

"And you for picking on me," She added, walking away from him again.

"Picking? I-I prefer to call it motivating," He was trying to defend himself and crack a joke at the same time."

"Call it what you want," She told him. "You made me feel terrible."

"You know; I guess I was a little hard on you. I'm sorry, it's just that… You know, what happened tonight was exactly I was afraid of. You know, you going up there on stage for your very first time and being humiliated. The same thing happened to me."

"I'll bet you didn't bomb like we did."

"Ho, ho, ho, ho," He chuckled as he sat next to her. "It was our sixth grade talent show, alright? It was me, the three Eds. You know those guys. And all we were concerned about, of course, was out hair, right? So we're back before the show, greasin' up. Getting all greasy, ready to go, right? I can't hold on to my drumsticks my hands are so greasy," He managed to get a chuckle out of her. "So I'm getting ready to wipe outs, you know – phoomph! Stick goes flying. I wipe out Little Ed."

Smiling, she looked at him, "Are you making that up to make me feel better?"

He shook his head, "No." He added, "But does it?"

"Kinda," She admitted. "I guess we should've practiced a little more."

"Guess you should've practiced a lot more. Listen, you can't succeed, uh, at anything in life, you know. Whether it be a band or school or whatever you're doing at the time without working very hard and having to discipline."

"Yeah, guess there's more to being in a band than just looking great. Although, we did look great."

"Oh yeah," He agreed. "You looked really, really good. But you did play some major dues tonight."

"Really?" She asked, "Like what?"

"Well, you won't have to go through your first performance again," He added jokingly, "And luckily, neither will the audience."

"Listen, I hope I, uh, I hope I didn't turn you off music. 'Cause you do have some natural talent," He told her truthfully.

"Thanks, Uncle Jesse. That really means a lot to me."

"Uncle Jesse? I remembered Uncle Jesse!" She exclaimed with almost child-like excitement. "Any more?"

Her question was answered in the form of a flash.

"I am very disappointed in you," An older man told her as he strode across the room. "How could you do this? You could've been hurt. You could've hurt someone else. What you did it the stupidest thing you've ever done."

She looked down at the bed sheets, "I know. That's why I ran away."

"And you know better than that, too, don't you?" His tone was thankfully less forward now.

"I know!" She suddenly exclaimed. "Everything I do is wrong! I hate myself!" She yanked the bed covers back, climbing under them.

His tone had calmed completely now, "Come out from under there."

"I don't deserve fresh air!" She cried childishly. Hey, she was eight.

"How long do you intend to stay under that blanket?" The man asked.

The little lump on the bed replied with, "Till I get married."

"You know," He began to joke. "It could be very difficult to meet somebody under there."

Finally, she removed the covers from her head, "I'll just stay in my room the rest of my life."

"Well," He finally moved to sit on the bed. "I don't know about that. But I do know that I'm going to have to punish you. Big time." He added on the end.

"And I should never get any allowance or presents ever again," She told the man, deciding her own punishments. "And you should send me away to carpenter school so I can build you a brand new house that you can live in without me. And you'd never have to hug or kiss me again." She had now climbed out of the bed and was had made her way over to the table, crying a little.

"There is nothing you could ever do that would make me stop hugging and kissing you."

That surprised her as she looked at him, "Nothing?"

"Come here," He raised his arms towards her. "Look, you have to know, that no matter what you do wrong and no matter how angry I get, I am always going to forgive you," He was looking straight into her eyes. "Because I love you."

"How can you still love me?" She was genuinely didn't believe he could and that broke his heart. "I wrecked Joey's car and I broke the house."

"Those are just things," He told her. "We can always buy a new car or we could put up a new wall. But there's only one Stephanie Judith Tanner. And you could never be replaced."

"Stephanie Judith Tanner," She whispered to herself and then looked up at the woman, "That's who I am. That's who I've been this whole time. And that makes you my… Mom? And that man, that's my Dad?"

Pam nodded, "I've missed you so much," She said as she raised her arms up, Stephanie happily falling into them.

"I missed you so much, too, Mom, you have no idea," Was Stephanie's reply. Her Mom looked the exact same as when she could last remember, something which was very blurry, being thirty years old.

"You've grown up so much and there's so much I want to talk to you about," Pam admitted, both hands on her middle daughter's cheeks. "But there's not much time."

"What do you mean, 'not much time'?" Stephanie was confused, she just wanted to spend time with her Mom after all that time and it was being ripped away from her.

A lone tear made its way down Pam's cheek, "If you stay too long, you'll be here forever. I can't do that to you, and I need you to take a message back for everyone. Tell your father I love him so much, even after all this time and that I'm happy he moved on from me. Tell Jesse that I'm proud of him for how far he's come since 1987 and that he has two beautiful kids and wife. And tell your sisters that I love them so much, that I'm with them always."

"I will Mom," Stephanie told her as the image of her mother began to flicker and turn into blinding white light.

The light finally dimmed down enough for her to properly open her eyes and she was greeted by the white hospital celling. She shuffled – with great pain – in her bed and a passing nurse noticed the movement.

She came in to do some checks on her, the usual to see how she was. Finally, when she came to check her memory, she asked, "Can you tell me your name?"

She tried and failed to nod so just skipped to her reply, "I'm Stephanie Judith Tanner."

Wild, alarming beeps were coming from her room. Doctors began filing in the room, beginning chest compressions and doing everything they could to keep Stephanie's heart going, to get it to the right rate once more.

Several minutes of frantic work went by, the clock reading four-ten in the morning.

And finally, there was the sound of one long, flat beep.

SHE REMEMBERS! THIS IS NOT A DRILL, STEPHANIE REMEMBERS. I don't know why I'm getting so excited about this, I mean I knew it was going to happen because I write this story, I have everyone's fate in my hands. And now I sound totally creepy, what did you think of this chapter? Oh, and I started referring to Emma as Stephanie again because she really remembered. For the memory things, there was supposed to be a Pam and Joey one, but it's nearly half-past twelve in the morning, I'm tired and probably writing complete gibberish at this moment, but hey, have a chapter! Make sure you leave a review letting me know what you thought of this chapter, I read them all :)