I fell down the stairs, the stairs of my school.

The stairs that I climbed up and down. What I used to go to my classes each and everyday. Twenty steps on the flight of stairs, and a railing at either side of the staircase.

But all those memories vanished as I watched as everything became upside down Everything was spinning, as if I was on some roller coaster. I tried anything to slow, maybe even stop my fall. Everyone was watching, people that I saw almost everyday. They did nothing to help me, they watch in shock and horror as I continued to tumble down the stairs.

I crashed to the bottom of the steps. Am I alive? Or am I dead? That was when I felt something trickle down my head. Is it water? Sweat? My fingers weakly touched the mysterious substance, feeling the thick liquid. That was when I saw the red. It was some kind of deep, dark red liquid. So dark it was black, and I could smell what seems to be metal, iron. 

Then it dawned to me, blood. It's blood.

That was when I felt a small smile tug to my face. This may work. It really will. My hand found itself over my heart, it was still beating. Pounding against my chest. 

I saw a silhouette of someone over me.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" The person asked.

Who are you? Why do you want to know? It's not like you care.

"There's blood," the voice realized, then it turned and roared. "What are you all standing around for, even taking a damn video- Someone call the ambulance!"

Just do me the favor and leave me alone, like everyone does.

I am no one.

I closed my eyes, fighting back the tears bringing into my eyes.

Then darkness overcame me.

Beat.

Beat.

Beat.

I heard a steady beating. Is that my heart? The beating turned to beeping, with muffled voices surrounding me. Where am I? Am I dead, in heaven? Sadly I don' see a bright light appearing before me. My eyelids were heavy, I felt so weak and tired. I shifted, trying all my might to open my eyes.

"I think she's waking up."

"Doctor! Doctor!"

I opened my eyes, the light blinding my eyes. There were three silhouettes in the room. My eyes begin to adjust to the light and I saw who they were. It was a man and a woman, probably a couple. They look like they were in their late 30s or early 40s.

"Who are you?"

"Don't you remember us?"

I tried to sit up but I crashed back to the bed groaning. There was a huge throbbing at the side of my head. I touched the side of my head and flinched. Bandages? I was in a white hospital gown, a bit big for me. I looked around me. I was in a hospital bed, there was a heart monitor right beside me. Giving a steady beeping, showing my heart rate.

"Ah, Ms. Anecelle is it?"

I gave him a blank stare. "Who?"

The lady gasped and started to cry. 

"What happened to her doctor?" The man asked as he comforted his wife.

The doctor, a young woman probably in her 20s looked at the clipboard. She looked up from the board and gave me a look. Sadness? Pity?

"Due to the head trauma where she fell down those stairs, she is suffering from amnesia."

"Amnesia?" I asked.

"Amnesia is the loss of memory that can be caused by disease, psychological trauma or in this case brain damage."

"I know what amnesia is," I snapped in defense.

The lady ignored me and turn towards the couple.

"But what type of amnesia does she have? I've heard there are two of them." The lady asked when she finally stopped crying.

"From not recognizing the two of you, I say she has retrograde amnesia." She told the couple. "The failure to retrieve information from your past."

She then looked back at me. "Now tell me, what is the last thing you remember, the date."

I sat up from the bed.

"I..." I trailed off.

I racked into my brain the last thing I remember. I closed my eyes, digging into my memories. But there was nothing, my mind was just... blank. Like a deleted file in a computer, lost forever.

I sighed in defeat. "I don't remember."

She nodded. "Don't worry, you'll get your memories back sooner or later. But you have something else too."

"What?" I asked.

"You seem to show the signs of anterograde amnesia as well. The failure to receive information, usually forgetting what you did earlier that day."

"Are you serious? Retrograde and anterograde amnesia? Is that even possible?" I demanded, my anger slowly rising.

"Yes, it's rare, but quite possible." The lady replied patiently.

"We should go home now." The man said. "All of us."

I turned to them, a puzzling look crossed my face. "But I don't even know who the both of you are."

They flinched as if I hit them.

The lady made a wry smile. "I'm sorry, we haven't introduced ourselves. I'm Delores and this is my husband Raymond Anecelle, your parents."

"Okay." I said, my mind still blank from no memories of them as my parents. "Can I just get dressed, mom and dad?" Cautiously testing out the names, but they still don't seem right.

Raymond or dad nodded. "Yes, of course. We brought you some clothes and we'll be right outside waiting."

"Great." I said.

A nurse unhook me from the machine and they all left the room to my privacy. I slowly got off from the hospital bed, my muscles feeling weak from being on this bed for very long. I changed into the jeans and green sweater with a pair of red converse. I looked at myself into the mirror. I had tan skin, average height and pretty skinny. I seem pretty athletic, though to guys it must look like a noodle. I rolled up my sleeve and I flexed my arm having it show some muscle. I have long wavy hair that trailed down my shoulder and deep, brown eyes. I seem normal, nothing about me seems interesting. 

I frowned at the thought. Who am I? Why did this happen to me? Of all people, why me? I massaged my temples, my head hurts just trying to remember things. Why do I even bother asking myself questions when I know I can't answer. With a sigh and left the room. 

My dad smiled holding a bulky file which I suspect were my medical records. "So how about some Chinese and we could... catch up?"

"Great idea," my mom agreed. "You're ready?"

I gave a shrug. "I guess so." 

"Here I think you would like this." My dad said as he handed me my medical records.

"Thank you, Raymond- I mean dad."

His face flashed a sign of hurt before he managed a smile. "Your welcome sweetheart."

My shoulders tingled at the nickname, but I said nothing. Parents always give their kids names like sweetheart or sweetie.

They walked through the hospital, and I followed them right behind. Some patients glanced at me as I passed, all wearing the same look on their faces. Pity. I ears reddened, how did they know? I don't like the looks they were giving me. I don't need their pity. All I need are my memories.

We left the building and the cold wind hit me. I shivered under the fluffy sweater and was grateful that Ray- I mean my dad brough me this. I looked up and saw that the moon was peaking behind the dark clouds, and a few stars twinkled in the sky. We found our car, a red , and we got inside. I took the left side of the backseat and strapped on the seatbelt. Delores- my mom I mean, looked back at me.

"You always sat on the right side," she said with a hint of sadness.

I blinked. "Do you want me to switch, I'm okay with either-"

She shook her head, feeling flustered. "No, no. Change is good. I'm sorry for pointing that out, I mean-"

My dad put a hand on her shoulder, giving her a comforting smile. She let out a smile and returned the smile. With a nod my dad started the ignition and headed drove out the parking lot.

"We'll be going to a great Chinese restraunt all three of us love." My dad announced to me, clancing at me through the rear view mirror.

"Maybe the food will jog some good memories." My mom suggested hopefully.

I nodded, hoping what she said is true. I looked out the window and watched the scenery fly by. My parents started to babble on about things I've done as a child. It's not like I want to remember those embarrassing memories. I mean, who would?

As they continued to talk on, I remembered the huge file that was lying on my lap. I opened my file and started to read it. From the things my parents and the information the file told about me I summed it up to this,

My name is Aimee Anecelle and 16 years old. I'm born in the LA King's Hospital on March 14. I have type O positive blood, and a birthmark at the side of my right hip. I dipped my jeans to my right side and saw a birthmark that resembles what looks like the cross between a smudge and a paint plot. I have a serious allergy to flowers, roses especially. I had a broken ankle twice from soccer, one in elementary and one in middle school. 

I'm enrolled in Northvale High, and in my sophomore year. I excel in all of my classes and have the elective Photography 2 for my dream to be behind the camera. I have a huge crush on a mystery guy who goes to Photo 1, but I never talk about him so my parents don't know much about him. I usually keep to myself, but can be very open when I want to. I like to eat, but one of the 8 wonders of the world is where all that food goes. I love to read, give the fact I ate a page of a book when I was younger. I also write, draw, and have a great passion to sing... in the shower. 

"Aimee Anecelle," I said quietly to myself, trying the unfamiliar words out.

Even though I know this is my name, it doesn't sound right to me. But then again, calling my parents mom and dad don't seem right to me. The car halted to a stop and my dad turned off the car. Then the both of them looked back at me.

"We're here." He grinned. "Now we should see if I was wrong that you'll fall in love with this restraunt all over again."

I gave him a challenging smile, trying to cheer the both of them up. "We'll see."

"That was the best dinner I ever had, or what I have remembered." I said dreamily as I patted my stomach.

"Told you so." My dad sang, grinning triumphly.

My mom gave him a look. "Honey, don't gloat." 

 He sighed. "Yes sweetie."

Then they kissed each other. Right. In. Front. Of. Me.

I almost gagged. "Ugh, I think I want to throw up those tapioca pearls I ate for dessert."

"I'm glad she hasn't change at that." She mumbled to herself, but wore a smile.

"Well this is it." He parked the car on the driveway. "Home."

We got out and saw we lived in a peaceful suburban neighborhood. It was a simple house, with a small patio and second floor from the outside. There are beautiful flowers growing in front or the house and edges of the lawn. And there is a big oak tree with a tire swing near the edge of out lawn, far enough for us tp be same from harm. Dad opened the door and I rushed in to the second floor to find my room. After three failed attempts (one of them being the bathroom) I noticed a sign saying, Aimee's Room: Beware of Girl.

I chuckled at my past sense of humor. Then went into my room and looked around. It had a wallpaper that's white, but at the bottom it was black with white dripping on it, even on the black, wooden floor. I must be really creative. There were a few posters of cute anime characters that I don't recognize, clever quotes, and some bands, like Green Day, Blink-182 and All Time Low.

There was a bed with a colourful bedding, next to it was a bookshelf filled with pictures and dozens of different books that I had a feeling I had to reread all of them. At the opposite side of my room was a big window showing the backyard with a desk under it. The desk was quote neat, though a few stacks of paper were messily stack at the side. There was some textbooks and a laptop on top of it. I sat behind my desk and studied my laptop. It was a slick 14 inch laptop, Windows 8, Asus. I opened it and it read:

Password:

"Are you kidding me?" I asked myself in disbelief.

How am I going to remember my password? I can't believe this is happening. It would take me years to figure out much less remember what it is. Might as well start now. I came up some possible passwords that could be it.

Aimee Rocks

Green Day

Booklover

But it said the same thing again and again.

Password Incorrect

Password Incorrect

Password Incorrect

I sighed. I'm never going to get it. Then I noticed something written under the password tab.

Hint: What am I looking for?

I thought about it a typed:

My Memories

I held my breath. Is it correct?

Password Incorrect

I sighed again. This time I looked at the hint more closely. What am I Iooking for? What am I looking for? Then it came to me, making me face-palm myself.

Password

I waited for a few seconds.

Password Correct

Why am I so clever, yet so stupid? I shook my head, I should change this password. I went into the Internet and saw that I had a few bookmarks: Yahoo, Wattpad, Youtube, and Facebook. Then I noticed a word document window at the bottom of the screen. I clicked on it and sat there in shock as I read the letter.

January 9, 2013

Dear Me,

I know you must be confused, I am too. Things were really tough for me, I mean the both of us. So I made this plan, a plan that I thought could fix everything. I knew the risks and sacrifices I took when making this plan. I don't want to say what I have done in fear someone else has read this letter before you. But you'll understand what I did, maybe today, tomorrow or never.

I just hope you'll forgive me on what I have done, because I haven't forgiven myself either.

Sincerely,

Me

January 13, that was three days ago. A day after the stair incident, the incident which gave me amnesia. Was this all connected in some way? What does this mean? What did I do?

I don't think I'm ever going to forgive myself.

What did Aimee do? If you happen to know the answer, please don't spoil it by commenting it on the story. I don't want to mess up anyone's fun on this story, even though I may have made it obvious. 

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