Emmalyn's P.O.V

I wake up the next morning, hoping and praying the yesterday was just a dream, I look over at my bedside table and see the necklace from yesterday, it had a cross on it.  It was then that I realized that yesterday was not a dream, that it was real and yes slightly random.

I walk outside, it's a nice day, I was wearing a light blue dress.  I keep repeating the same 20 or so questions in my head, I remember the day that I got out of hospital after losing my memory.

--Flashback--

I walked out of the hospital, the only things that I remember or well know about myself are that I'm 16 years old, I have longish brown curly hair and slightly electric blue eyes.  My favourite colours are blue, black and green.  That's all I knew or remembered about myself, I thought as I walked down the street trying to get as far away from the hospital as I can.

--End of Flashback--

I walk back into the forest behind my house, not even bothering to follow path, what's the point.  I know this forest like the back of my hand.  I knew this place so well, I knew every type of plant, animal and anything else like that, that lived in this forest.  This forest was like an extension of me.

I walk for a few minutes, just looking at the animals such as the foxes, birds and rabbits.  I like at the different types of trees such as the big old oak tree, the Japanese Maple and the weeping willow.  I came across a little clearing that led to the little waterfall and lake.  After a while I came to the top of the waterfall.

I sat down on top of big rock that was next to the flowing water.  I think about all the annoying questions that were racing through my mind again.

"How does he know everything about me?"

"Were we friends before I lost my memory?"

"Was he the one that saved me from actually dying that day?"

"Do people think that I'm dead?"

"Am I just a ghost girl or something like that?"

These thoughts were always on my mind, but they were starting to get more annoying and more desperate for answers I couldn't take it anymore.

"I need answers," I whisper, letting my pain seep more and more into my every word.

"I need answers and I need them now," I said a bit louder.

My mind was getting sick and tired of having questions but never ever having any answers for them or finding any answers.  But this time I needed answer even more then before.  I was told before I left the hospital that I was lucky to have survived the incident at all, and that I was lucky that he saved me.

"Who was that he? was it Roman? was he the he that saved me that day?" My mind asked so much more desperately then the other questions it had asked me.  All I know is that I need answers no matter what.