*Brittanys P.O.V*

I hear my hospital door open and close but don't open my eyes to see who it is.

It's probably just another nurse coming to check on me.

Or it could be Karly.

I slept for about an hour after Karly left, and I woke up when a nurse came in to check on me.

Ever since then I've been trying to figure my life out.

Thinking about all of the thing I might not ever know.

All of the childhood memories I might not get back.

The connections I had with people I might not get back.

I know my name is Brittany, and I know that I'm 18.

But that's basically all I remember, except a few memories here and there with people I don't remember.

What I find weird is that none of my friends have came to visit.

My parents haven't visited either.

Do I have friends?

Are my parents still alive?

"Brittany," I hear a voice whisper hoarsely.

They have a deep voice, and it's obviously a guys voice.

They sound like they've been crying recently.

Could their tears be for me?

His voice is hot.

It makes me want to open my eyes, but I want to see what he says.

"I can't believe this happened to you... This is all my fault." The guys voice cracks as he talks, and I feel him lightly grab my hand, sparks exploding from the contact.

How can it be his fault? Was he driving the car?

"I shouldn't have gotten involved with you in the first place. You were just so beautiful, and had an amazing personality. I just couldn't stay away... I just... Brittany... I-I think... I think I love you." He mumbles.

He thinks he loves me?

My eyes snap open in surprise, meeting gorgeous green ones.

I gasp in surprise, and suddenly butterflies rush to my stomach.

He has brown hair, that is sticking up in all directions, and it looks like he either runs his hands through it a lot, or he just rolled out of bed.

But it works for him.

He's dressed nicely, with black ripped skinny jeans, a red tank top, and a black and red flannel on top.

To put it bluntly, he's hot.

He seems so familiar.

Why can't I remember him?

He quickly pulls his hand away from mine, and stands.

"I-I'm sorry. I know you don't remember me... Uhm... I thought you were asleep." He mumbles not making eye contact.

My heart aches in my chest, and I just wish I could remember him.

He seems like he was important to me.

I clear my throat and sit up, struggling a bit.

He looks like he's about to help me but stops himself.

"Sit," I say quietly, and point to the chair next to me.

He nods his head and listens, returning to the seat he was occupying moments before.

"So... Who are you?" I say, bluntly.

He looks up at me with wide eyes before making his face emotionless and running a hand through his hair.

"I'm Adam. You're boyfriend. Well... Ex-boyfriend now I guess... Since you don't remember me..." He looks down, sadly, and I can tell he had to force his words out.

I nod my head slowly, trying to process this new information.

That explains why he looks so familiar... And why I'm so attracted to him.

We both stay quiet for a little bit, and I shift uncomfortably.

I have an extreme urge to pull him on to this bed and kiss him.

But I don't.

Suddenly, he stands up and runs his hand through his hair again.

"Uh, well... I guess I'll go for now. I'll come back... Soon?" He turns and walks to the door.

When he places his hand on the door knob to leave the room, I start to panic.

For some reason, I don't want him to leave.

I just want to be wrapped up in his arms and never have to move.

"Wait! Can you.. Uh... Can you stay? I mean, since we were dating, I can obviously trust you... Right?" I say weakly.

He turns back around and smiles slightly, before he walks back over to the chair and goes to sit down, but I stop him again.

"No, c-can you la-lay with me? This bed isn't very comfortable and I feel very lonely and cold, and I have this urge to just make out with you but I don't even remember you, so I can't do that yet, but it isn't to soon for you to lay with me. Right?" I ramble, and blush, not meeting his eyes.

I get so flustered around him, and I don't know if I like that.

He laughs, and he has the most sexiest laugh ever.

But he nods and I move over so he can lay in the hospital bed with me.

Once he lays down, I quickly put my arm over his stomach, and my leg over his, and it just feels so right.

"Thank you," I whisper.

"You're welcome." He says, laughing, and I feel his chest vibrate, making my heart flutter.

"So how did we meet?" I question, trying to fit the pieces together.

"Interesting story, actually..." He says, and I look up at his face.

"Can you tell me about it?"

"Uh, yeah. Well I was at the bar because I was supposed to meet with my friend Jaylin. He wasn't there yet, so I was just standing around awkwardly. I was looking around, and I saw you. You were with your two friends, and I was going to approach you and talk to you when you walked away from your friends. I assumed you were going to the bathroom so I stopped, and just watched you. It wasn't as creepy as it sounds. But anyways, you were walking and a guy that I know grabbed your butt. I watched as you turned around and you slapped him, which I will admit made me laugh, but then he tried to drag you to the exit of the club. I watched as you started to freak out and I started walking over to you guys, but by the time I got through every one you guys were already outside. I saw him slap you and I stepped in and saved you. Your hero, as you said. After that, you let me take you to get hot chocolate, and we talked. I just had this immediate connection with you. It was weird because I've never felt that way with anyone before." He says, and I smile at the story.

He was my prince.

and I was his princess.

I would do anything to remember him...

I really hope I get my memories back.

That's the last thing I remember before I fall asleep.

•••••••

Suddenly, I'm wide awake.

I'm no longer in the hospital room, and Adam is no longer with me.

I'm all alone, and I'm scared.

I can't tell where I am.

It's like I'm here but I'm not...

I can't see anything, all I see is darkness.

I reach out in front of me and feel a hard and cold surface.

Probably a wall.

I start to follow it and my hand comes in contact with a switch.

I quickly flip it, and the room is illuminated in blinding light.

Shielding my eyes, I try to get used to the light.

Once I do, I look around, seeing I'm in a room.

I-It's my room I think.

My room at my parents house.

My parents.

I take a step forward, and my knees buckle, sending me sprawling face first on to the ground.

Pain shoots through my body, and I feel weak and helpless.

When I look up again, I'm not in my room. I'm in a hallway, and an angry looking woman is standing in front of me.

She looks a lot like me.

My guess is, she's my mother.

What's going on here? Where am I? What's happening?

The wo- my mother, suddenly kicks me in the ribs, and I feel a sharp pain and hear a crack.

My head hits the ground and I immediately get a headache, but not only because of the impact.

I immediately get a bunch of memories from my childhood.

The first time I rode a bike.

My first boyfriend.

My first kiss.

When Karly was born.

Karlys first steps.

My mom leaving.

My dad becoming a drunk.

The first time I protected Karly from my dad.

My first beating.

My first broken bone.

My mom coming home.

And all of the times I slept in Karlys room trying comforting her.

All at once, they all came rushing back, and I was just left there trying to take it all in.

It was all to much, and I felt lightheaded and dizzy.

I felt the darkness try to take over, and I let it, finding peace in it.

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