A/N And here I present to you… the last chapter of No Memory! I hope you enjoyed the story and'll be happy with the way I ended it.
Why are you still reading this? Go read what you came for!
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Another week passed with Lysa going to school, smosh doing their job and no legitimate response on their e-mail for Lysa-knowers. Since her name was public now, the trio had changed the question from her name to the instrument she plays and the songs she knows. A bit less foolproof, but they had to come up with something. In the meantime, Lysa had grown quite close with Mariah and her friends, and was now almost daily visiting them. She had also acted in a video on the smosh main channel, which had also grown viral. She was even recognized sometimes on the street. But how was it possible that people recognized her in the street, but no-one had recognized her in the video? Sometimes she felt like she had known no-one before she saved Ian. It felt like the only explanation for the lack of right responses.
Lysa was conflicted. She loved the life she had at the moment, but she really longed for a parent, or parents. Not someone like Ian and Anthony, they were amazing, but like brothers to her. Not like a father. They couldn't replace one. She knew it was wrong, but Lysa couldn't help but feel a twang of jealousy every time she saw Mariah or one of her other friends doing something with there dads. But, at the same time, she didn't want to leave Ian and Anthony, and her new-found friends. Was her previous life as amazing as the one she had now? Did she have any friends? Would her parents be as great as Ian and Anthony? Could they even be? She didn't know anything anymore. Lying in her small cozy bedroom she was torturing herself with these thoughts and doubt, until Ian yelled at her from the living room.
'Lysa, come! You need to see something!' Somehow, Ian managed to sound both happy and sad at the same time. A feeling of fear and anticipation overcame Lysa. Could it be? Did the mail they'd been waiting for finally arrive? She slowly stood up, suddenly feeling reluctant to find what was on the other side of the wall. Did she want this. She sighed. It wasn't like she really had a choice.
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In the living room Lysa found a smiling Ian and Anthony, but both also had tears in their eyes. Her eyes started to sting too, and she walked over to them. No-one said anything; Anthony just wordlessly opened an e-mail, revealing a stream of pictures and videos of a girl with short, light-brown hair and dark brown eyes. Her.
She recognized every moment. A wave of memories hit her. Grabbing the table, she closed her eyes and let herself be dragged along with it.
She saw a younger version of herself being abused by her parents and placed into a child services location, falling into a deep depression. She saw herself at the funeral of her parents. They had died in a car-crash, ironically.
Somewhere in the distance she felt someone grab her and put her down on something, but she paid it no notice. She was too engrossed in the memories flowing all around her.
After the funeral she had to go to an orphanage, only ten years old, still deeply depressed. After about six months, she and another girl that she was very close with were adopted by a couple that couldn't get children themselves. Finally, she crawled out of the deep dark hole of her depression and found some joy in her life, smosh playing a huge role in that process. There videos always managed to cheer her up when she was having an especially bad time. She made friends, had amazing parents and finally healed from the trauma her biological parents had brought upon her.
She was visiting a friend in another state when her train had stopped in Sacramento and she had to step over to another one. Since that train didn't arrive in two hours, she decided to go for a walk in the centre of the unknown city. The rest of the story was known already.
Somewhere in the distance she heard someone say something to her. She shook her head, trying to return to reality again. She opened her eyes and found herself lying on the couch with a concerned looking Ian and Anthony staring at her. Turned out Ian was the one talking to her.
'Lysa, what happened? Are you okay?' He asked with a breaking voice. Anthony also demanded an answer, concern plainly visible on both of their features.
'I'm fine.' Lysa answered weakly. 'If all your lifetime memories float over you all at once, it can be a bit disorientating.' The eyes of the men widened when they realized what she'd just said.
'You've got your memories back?' Anthony asked flabbergasted. Lysa nodded.
'Thank you, Captain Obvious.' She said with a small smile. But her guardians seemed to miss her sarcasm.
'That's, that's great! Awesome!' Ian proclaimed. 'And?'
Lysa thought about it for a second. Did she want to tell everything to them just yet? 'Let's just say it's like a Hollywood film. Very dramatic, but with a happy ending.' She answered after a moment. The answer didn't seem to completely satisfy her almost-brothers' curiosity, but they seemed to be satisfied with it for the moment. Trying to change the subject and distract herself from the more painfull aspects of her past, Lysa got up and grabbed the laptop. 'Let's take a look at that e-mail, shall we?'
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Two days later, at six AM Sunday morning, Lysa woke up. She was unable to fall asleep again, and began pondering about the day to come. This was the day. This was the day her parents and sisters would come. She was excited, frightened, happy and sad at the same time in the prospect of seeing them again and leaving with them. This would be the last day she'd sleep in this bedroom and stare at the white ceiling. The next time she'd fall asleep in her old bedroom, in Nevada. In her parents house. God, she missed them now that she remembered them. She really wanted to see and touch them again. But, this was also the day in which she would leave her friends, Kalel, and most importantly, Ian and Anthony. They had done so much for her and she loved them so much! Unfortunately, her old house was quite far away from Sacramento, and she wouldn't be able to visit her newfound brothers often once she was gone. Probably only sometimes in the holidays. After pondering about this for some time, she decided it was useless to stay in bed any longer, so she got up and walked to the living room.
Trying to distract herself from what was to come she put on the TV on a low volume to not wake Ian and Anthony, and zapped between the channels. Finding nothing interesting, she decided to go watch a DVD. It wasn't hard to choose one, and after a couple of seconds she pulled the Lord of the Rings trilogy out of the cupboard, deciding to watch it for like the umpteenth time. Just as the Fellowship ended and she got up to put the Two Towers in, a yawning Anthony came walking in, also still in his pajamas. He sat wordlessly down next to Lysa and watched with her. After about half an hour, so did Ian. No-one spoke until the film ended.
'So, you like LOTR huh?' Ian asked, when the credits appeared.
'Yeah. This is like the hundredth time I've watched it.' Lysa answered. It was weird remembering that.
'Cool. You've got some pretty good taste in films.' Ian replied monotone.
'Thanks.'
Lysa coughed to cover up the awkwardness. 'Well, we better get ready. Kalel and my friends will be coming in two hours, and my family shortly after that. We don't wanna be late.'
The shoulders of both of the men slumped down in the prospect of loosing Lysa, the girl they had started to care so much about. They were a strange family. Two men in their twenties who made Youtube videos for a living and who weren't a couple, and a teenage girl who had just lost and regained her memory. Lysa was pretty sure it was the only one in the world. But it was a great family.
After two hours, Kalel and Lysa's friends arrived. Saying goodbye to them was hard, but Lysa didn't cry. But, when her parents and sister arrived, Lysa couldn't hold back her tears. Salty water streaming down her face, she flew in their arms. 'I've missed you so much!' She whispered, sobbing into her mother's chest.
'We've missed you too honey.' She whispered back, crying just as hard. After a couple of minutes, Lysa walked back to her other family. The two men were also tearing up. If this continued much longer, they should be careful to not flood the street. Before she could say anything, the small girl was pulled into a bone crushing hug.
'I love you guys so much. I'll miss you.' She said, shaking, after they'd pulled back.
'We'll miss you too.'
Lysa smiled, pulling herself together. Slowly, she turned around, walking back to her old life.
'Goodbye.'
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A/N And that was it. The final chapter. I'll may do some bonus chapters, but I'm not sure yet. You guys will see. I hope you like the way I ended it, it was pretty hard to write. I must admit, I partially ended here because I'm really liking my other story "Survive" with Tobuscus (hint hint) and wanted to go write on that full-time, but I mostly ended it here because it seemed like a good time. Please, please, please tell me what you thought about the story. I'd appreciate it very much. I'm going to go to bed now. Trying not to be sentimental about the ending of my first ever story. Peace off!