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Memory

"Honey?" A soft voice floated down from somewhere. It sounded faraway and fuzzy.

"Honey, please." It was getting clearer, as if someone had adjusted the antennae on the television.

She cracked her eyes open. Warm light flooded her head. A worried looking woman with short brown hair was hovering over her. She looked oddly familiar. When she saw the girls eyes open, an expression of relief crossed her face.

"M-mama?" Her voice broke slightly, and the woman with short hair; her mother, nodded.

"Do you remember?"

What an odd question, the girl mused. Remember what, exactly? And, who was she? Kagome. Someone had once called her that. Or perhaps it had just been a dream. "Remember… what?"

Her mother closed her eyes. She had been expecting this-still it hurt her to hear her daughter say it. "Nothing. Nothing at all." A pounding noise came from behind them. Someone was knocking at the door.

"Mama… where are we?"

Her mother looked down at her once more. So she really didn't remember. Everything was going just as he had said. Had it really been three days ago? It seemed like ages… "The hospital, honey. You were out for a few days." She turned back to the door. "Come in!" she called out.

Kagome nodded and the door opened. A young boy and elderly man stood in the door frame. The boy ran over to her, his eyes bright with happiness.

"Kagome!"

She smiled. She knew him, didn't she? She reached up and tenderly brushed a strand of hair out of his chocolate brown eyes that looked so much like hers. She pondered his face. It was so familiar- she felt like she had known him all her life.

"Souta." That was his name.

He grinned. "Thank the gods you're all right, sis! Gramps has been praying night and day you'd wake up. We thought you'd fallen into a coma or something."

She smiled. He had called her sis. I remember you too, bother. She looked to the old man. Her grandfather. Gramps. Memories of him droning on about the family history resurfaced as she studied his wrinkled face.

He smiled as he saw her gaze on him. "It's alright Kagome. You gave us quite the scare. But its all okay now."

She nodded and sat up on the hospital cot. Tears had started to form in her eyes. 'You gave us quite a scare.' Had she really been out for that long? It seemed like only yesterday she had been at school- or had she? She strained her mind, trying to remember- and she couldn't. Yesterday was as blank as a slate. As was the day before. She held her face in her hands. Something was wrong. Something was missing. She felt like an incomplete puzzle. One with a hole straight through the middle. What was it? Her family stood there, right in front of her. Watching her cry into her hands. Her father had died, she could remember this, it was a memory that wouldn't ever go away. He had died when she was six, still a child. Souta had been one. He couldn't even remember his father face. Was that who she was missing? Was he her missing piece? And yet she had never felt like this before, at least not that she could remember. She looked up at her mother, brother and grandfather. They were all looking at her expectantly.

"Let's go home." It was all she could say. She couldn't ask them about it. They would only worry.

Her mother studied her. "Are you sure? You've been through quite an ordeal."

Kagome shook her head. "No. I'm fine."

As they left she couldn't seem to shake off the feeling something was wrong.