I woke up in a bed, in a room, with a killer headache. Someone was talking nearby. I sat up, but I was so dizzy I had to lay back down. I didn't know where I was. I didn't know WHO I was. I tried to sit up again, but a lot more slowly. I got to a point where I was leaning against the bed's headboard; it was all I could handle at the moment. I looked down and saw that I was wearing a grey T-Shirt with some print on it, and a pair of dark blue sweatpants.

I inched my way into a better sitting position, and glanced around the room. There were a lot of toys. A robot, a plastic purple telephone, a headless plush of some sort in the open closet, and off in the corner, a purple rabbit, a chicken, (or duck, I couldn't tell) and a bear.

I managed to stand up after a few minutes of struggling, and made my way over to the stuffed animals. I picked up the bear. It's fur was matted, and it's eyes were black and dull. I stood up again, (which was much easier this time) and looked towards the bed. Next to it was a nightstand with a picture on top. I walked over and picked up the frame. There were five people in it. Possibly a family. The father; he was tall, had a dark complexion, long brown hair and harsh brown eyes. The mother; she had red hair that was so orange it almost looked unnatural. Her eyes were soft and bright green. Her pale skin was dotted with freckles. The older brother; his black hair seemingly outcasted him from the rest of the family, but his eyes were also dark brown and he was incredibly tanned. Like he spent too much time outside. Another boy; he also had brown eyes, brown hair, and was very pale. And last, a young girl; she had red hair, green eyes, and pale skin sprinkled with freckles. And there was a caption.

Aftons, '82

Was this... my family? Is this my house?

I heard the door open behind me. I turned.

"Michael! You're awake!" It was the father. From the picture. "Do you feel okay?"

I looked back at the picture.

"I... who are you?" I asked. A look of near terror spread across the man's face. But it subsided as quickly as it arrived. This worried me.

"Oh, you must have forgotten," He said, in a calm and unsettling tone. "Michael, I'm your father."

"I'm... Michael?" I asked.

"Yes!" My father surprisingly spurt out. "Ahem. So... what do you have there?" I showed him the picture. He took it from me, looked at it for a moment, looked at me, and mumbled something. "Close enough..."

"I'm sorry?"

"Don't worry about it," Dad said, turning and looking at the picture closer.

"Can I have that back?" I asked. "Maybe it will help jog my memory-"

"Yeah, hold on..." Dad said, leaving the room. He closed the door. Okay? I was alone again. Maybe there was something else around here...

"Can you hear me?"

I turned at the sound of the young female voice. There was no one behind me. But I heard someone...

"Don't trust him. He hurt you. You're not you."

"Better question," I responded, continuing to look around the room. "Who are you?" I waited. No response. "Hello? Are you still here?" Still nothing. I left my room to go find Dad. I got another dizzy spell and had to hold onto the door, but just then, someone else came into my sight.

It was the brother from the picture. My brother?

"Hey!" I called. He turned.

"Y-you... you're..." His face was filled with so much shock and he couldn't seem to get words out. "You're awake." He turned a little calmer. "Are you okay?"

"I'm really dizzy," I said.

"Well, yeah, dumbass, you just got your brain taken out by a seven foot robot bear!" He cried. "And you also were in some kind of coma, and you were gone for months! Everyone... thought you were dead."

"Well, I'm alive now," I said. My brother nodded.

"Can you remember anything?" He asked. I shook my head. "Of course not... My name is Terry. Or Terrance, or whatever you want to make out of that.You're Michael. Our... never mind."

"What?"

"It's nothing. It doesn't matter."

"No, no, you were going to say something!"

"Good Lord," Terry grumbled. "We also had a sister, her name was Elizabeth, but she died. Don't ask how. I'm not reliving that."

"But what-"

"Dad just came out of your room, and Mom-"

"Michael?"

Terry turned and I looked over his shoulder, and saw the mom from the picture. My Mom.

"Michael, you're up!" Mom rushed over to us and bent down to my level. I had anticipated a hug, but she took a tight grip on my shoulders, and shook me as she spoke. "Michael, what happened? What did your father do to you?"

"I... what?" I stuttered. "I don't-"

"Jesus Christ, Mom, leave him alone!" Terry cried, ripping Mom off me. He was taller and more built than her, so it must've been like lifting up a doll. Mom was set on the ground. "He doesn't remember anything, how's he supposed to know how he was magically brought back to life? And he just woke up!"

"Did something happen to me?" I asked.

"Michael, you died," Mom said. Her face was drained of all color. "And... your father did... something... and now you're alive? Do you remember?"

"No!" I cried. "I don't remember anything!" Terry quickly left, and Mom ended up getting more infuriated.

"Really?" She shouted. "Really? Nothing. You remember nothing."

"No!" I shouted back. "I don't! ... Well..."

"Well? Well what!?"

I leaped back. Mom sighed and sat down. "What do you remember?" She asked.

"I'm not sure, I just... think I know some blonde girl..." I replied. I did. This is what I remember. "And... we were friends. We went out to a field one day, I climbed a tree, fell, and uh... she got me home, and... that's about it. Except I was looking at myself, and I-" I looked up at Mom, whose hands were clasped over her mouth. Her eyes were filling up with tears, but they had started to spill out.

"Rachel?" She asked. "You remember Rachel?" I shrugged but nodded.

"I might have heard her voice a while ago-" I started to talk, but Mom just broke down in tears. "I- uh-"

"Oh, honey, she died almost a year ago..."

"Was that memory real?" I asked.

"I don't know what happened that day," Mom said. "Rachel said you fell from a tree, and yes, you did break your arm." Woah.

"Is Rachel trying to talk to me?" I asked, astonished. Rachel was planting memories in my head? Mom's face changed. She wasn't scared, or sad, she was just... confused.

"What do you mean?" She laughed. "Talking to you? Did you... hear her?"

"Was that her in my room?" I cried, getting more excited.

"She was in your room?" Mom asked, shocked again.

"I don't know. I heard someone's voice."

Mom pursed her lips together and called Dad into the room. She whispered something to him, then left.

"You... you heard Rachel?" He asked. I nodded. "What did she say?"

"Uh..." I tried to remember.

"Don't trust him! He hurt you! You're not you!"

"Wait!" I cried. "I heard it again!"

"What did she say?" Dad asked, seeming on edge.

"Don't trust him. He hurt you. You're... not you."

Dad's eyes widened.

"Who did she mean that about?"

"I'm not sure," I answered. "She said that just after, uh, you left the room."

"Oh," Dad said, relaxing somewhat. "She's probably talking about your brother, though. He did hurt you."

"What happened?" I asked.

"He threw you into a robot's mouth," He responded without hesitation. "And it crushed your skull. We thought you died."

"Mom thinks I died," I said.

"She thinks a lot of things," Dad muttered, rolling his eyes. "But hey. You're okay. Okay? You don't have to worry about Terry doing anything else to you."

"No! He's going to hurt you again!"

"Rachel said he's going to hurt me again."

"Terry?"

"I don't know! She's just using pronouns!"

"Well tell her to be more specific!"

At this point, Dad and I were shouting back and forth at each other, when all of a sudden, I heard another voice. It was a girl's, a younger girl's... and it sounded like... Dad's.

"Michael, calm down!"

It was desperate and sounded like crying. I stopped in my tracks, which confused Dad.

"What?" He asked.

"I heard someone else," I responded.

"More people are talking to you?"

"Yeah. She... she sounded like you."

"You heard Liz?" Dad was the one freaking out now.

"I think?" I said. "She knew my name, and her voice was like... ours." I just then realized the accent in my voice.

Dad didn't say anything after that. He just stood there, his hand over his mouth, looking at me decisively. He then left. I wasn't sure what to do now. This family seems... distant.

I went around the house, opening and closing random doors. I found the bathroom, a bunch of closets, but a couple doors were locked. I could hear Mom and Dad talking from behind one. I went back to my room and flopped over on the bed.

"Hey magical spirits!" I called into the air. "I'm bored! Does someone want to talk? Tell me who I am? What's going on?"

No response. I jumped out of bed and made my way to the plushies, where I heard Rachel first before.

"Hello? Anyone?"

Still nothing. I went back to lay down in bed and think. I couldn't have been awake for more than an hour, and I'm already figuring out so much. My name is Michael. I died but came back to life somehow. I have a brother, Terry, a sister, Elizabeth, who died, my mom, dad, and a dead friend named Rachel.