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A/N: This is the last chapter! :( But there might be s sequal if you all want one. What happens is sad, I know! But I got the idea from the season finale of Bones.

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When I woke up I felt horrible. I could hardly move for the tubes and needles sticking in me. My body was aching so bad that I didn't want to move, I was lucky to get my eyes open.

"Oh, sweetie, you are awake!" An older man exclaimed. There were a few other teenagers around the room who were sleeping.

"Where am I?" I wasn't sure where I was, or who everybody was around me. This could get very annoying.

"You are in the hospital sweetie, you wrecked your car on the way home." Apparently this guy lived with me. "You have been in a coma state for three days."

"Who are you?" I was still really confused. Once I said this so was the man.

"I'm you daddy." The man said in a small voice. "Do you know who you are?" My supposable father asked.

"I'm Miley Stewart." I knew that much. Who would forget their own name?

"And how old are you?"

"I'm 16." I knew that to.

"What is the last thing you remember?" That was a hard one. I remember a bright light, and then it went black.

"I remember a bright light, then darkness." I was trying to remember something from just last week, or even from when I was little. But nothing came to me. I was drawing a blank.

"Okay, it's going to be okay sweetheart." My father left the room. Everyone else was still sleeping. I was wondering if these were my sibling. I figured that someone would tell me eventually. A tall lanky man came into the room wearing a white coat, I guessed he was the doctor.

"Okay, Ms. Stewart. It's nice to meet you. I'm Dr. Seeley. How are you feeling?" I knew the answer to that one.

"I ache all over." It was even hurting to talk.

"That is probably from the crash, we will give you some more medicine in a little bit, it will make you sleep." He wrote something down on his board. "But first we need to find out what all is going on. If the pain becomes to unbearable, let us know, and we will give you the medicine." He gabbed a miniature flashlight out of his coat pocket and started pointing it in my eyes.

"How did I wreck?" I had been curious about this since my father had informed me of the incident.

"You ran off the road and hit a tree, the air bag knocked your head into the back of your seat and knocked you out." The doctor said without any feeling in his voice. I seriously hoped that he wasn't the family doctor.

I heard one of the teens waking up. It was the blond girl, she sat up and looked at me with her sleepy eyes. Then a look of happiness washed over her face.

"MILEY!" I winced at her scream. She noticed and instantly lowered her voice. "You're awake! I'm so happy!" She ran past the doctor and hugged me. I awkwardly hugged her back. I didn't know who she was. She picked up on the awkwardness in the room rather quick. "What's wrong?" She asked my dad.

"Lilly," She looked like a Lilly. "Miley doesn't remember anything, were trying to figure out what is wrong." My father looked really worried. I was worried myself, why couldn't I remember anything? This was getting very frustrating. "Miley," My father turned his attention to me. "This is your best friend Lilly."

"Hi Lilly." Was all I could think to say, apparently we had know each other for several years if she was going to spend the night in the hospital for me. Her phone started ringing and she excused herself from the room. The doctor done the same as well.

"Honey, I am so sorry." I didn't understand, my father didn't have anything to do with the car crash or my memory loss.

"Why?"

"Because, I have been so hard on you here lately." I knew this was wrong, I just had a feeling that I had been wrong.

"No, I don't think you have." I didn't know this with memories or cold hard facts, but I did know in my heart.

My thoughts were interrupted when the blond boy woke up. I thought that maybe he was Lilly's brother, and one of my friends. He had one of the same reaction that Lilly had.

"Miles!" He wasn't as loud as Lilly had been, but it still was pretty loud.

"Um...hi?" It came out as more of a question than a greeting.

"Jackson, something went wrong, were trying to figure it out. But Miley doesn't remember anything." My father still looked pained. "Miley, this is your older brother, Jackson." I wondered if we got along well.

"Hey Jackson, I'm really sorry I can't remember anything." I know that it wasn't my fault that I didn't remember anything, but I still felt that I was responsible for wrecking my car which caused me to loose my memory.

"It's not your fault." He told me with a small smile on his face.

"Yes it is. If I wouldn't have wrecked my car than we wouldn't be here." I explained what had been running through my head.

"Miley, you can't blame yourself." My father jumped into the conversation.

"Excuse me, Mr. Stewart?" Dr. Seeley asked entering the room again.

"Yes?" He said turning away from me and my brother.

"Can I speak to you outside?" My father followed the doctor out of the room.

"What do you think they are talking about?" I asked Jackson.

"Probably going over some theories of what they think is wrong with you." He gave a pretty reasonable answer.

"So do we get along?" It had been bugging me, so I had to ask.

"Very rarely." At least he was telling me the truth.

"Why?" I couldn't see why I wouldn't get along with my brother. He sat down in the chair my father had just recently left vacant.

"Well, that's very complicated. We just argue over almost everything. There are deeper meanings to them, but we will get to that later if we need to." I could only shake my head yes, I was trying to sort out all of this information.

I was again distracted by the last teenager waking up. He had long brown hair and was very cute. I was hoping he was my boyfriend.

"Who is that?" I whispered to Jackson.

"Oh, that's Oliver, you guys have been friends since we moved to Malibu." So we weren't original from Malibu. And me and this Oliver guy were just friends.

"Miley!" Oliver smiled at me. He came over next to my bed. "How are you?"

"I can't remember anything. Not even who you are. Jackson just told me you're Oliver and we have been friends since I moved to Malibu, whenever that was." Oliver looked surprised first, then he looked worried.

"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" He started freaking out.

"I'm fine I guess, they are still trying to figure out what is wrong with me." I was tired and aching all over. I really didn't want to talk anymore. "But I wouldn't mind getting some more sleep." Jackson just stood up and went outside to talk with my dad and the doctor I was guessing.

"You know Miley, there is something I really need to tell you." Oliver looked serious.

"What?"

"Well, just before you wrecked we were hanging out on the beach, and I told you that I loved you. And I just wanted to let you know, no matter what happens, I will still love you." I was taken aback. I never expected this.

"What did I say?" I was hoping that I had said I loved him back.

"You said that you just wanted to stay friends." He looked really disappointed.

"Oh." Was all I could form into words.

"Yeah, but hopefully you will remember soon, and things will be better." He smiled. I smiled back, he was so sweet, how could I not love this boy? He kissed me on the forehead and went outside with everyone else.

I was alone, it felt strangely familiar. I wished I could remember, things would be so much better if I could. I would remember being friends with Lilly, my family, and the history with me and Oliver.

My father entered the room with the doctor and came to set in his seat beside my bed.

"We think that you have amnesia." The doctor announced. "That's where you don't remember your past for a period of time. It can last from a few months to a few years. The only thing we can do is send you home and have your family and friends help you remember."

"Are you feeling okay Bud?" My dad asked me.

"Yeah, I'm just really tired and sore." I really wanted them to give me the drugs that would knock me out.

"Okay, I will send a nurse right away." Dr. Seeley said while leaving the room.

"I'm so sorry daddy, I just want to remember." I told said while one teardrop escaped my eye.

"It's okay Bud, things will get better soon." He said kissing the top of my head. The nurse came in and gave me the drugs, then I blacked out.

A/N: Okay, I really want to know what you think. Tell me if you want a sequal. I need about five people to want one before I start writing. So, review people! It's really not that hard! :D Have a nice day.

~Domi~