*Emma's POV*

I sat calmly, hands folded in my lap, as the doctors continued to question me. Apparently, I had been in the hospital for over three months in a comatose state, and the boy named Jack had helped bring me out of it.

"Tell us everything you remember about Jack Barakat," one doctor demanded. My mind went blank.

Oh yeah.

I'm also suffering a form of amnesia.

"I don't recall knowing him," I answered once again in a monotone voice. Although, I did feel a kick to my heart when I had overheard about his anorexia. And when he came in just a couple days ago, bloodied and bruised and in a critical state. I wonder what had happened to him. He was removed from my room and put in his own room yesterday, still unconscious.

"Although," I said, out loud this time. I started again. "Although my mind doesn't remember him, my heart seems to." I choked out.

The doctors looked at me, surprised I had given more than a five-word response. And boy, did they take advantage of my small outburst.

"Can you remember anyone?" one doctor asked. "Anything?"

I decided to be cooperative.

"Well, I do remember that I quite dislike when grown men get in my face," I said, stone cold. I" remember pain." I continued, once said doctor had taken a few steps back. "Pain and dark. And-" I paused. "And my father."

The doctors scribbled furiously on their clipboards. I sighed and leaned back, hoping it was over for today, but I was wrong. They had more questions.

"Why pain?"

"Why dark?"

"What can you tell us about your father?" I snapped my head up at that last one, a terrible grimace on my face.

"You know about my abusive father, but I can tell you this: he was terrible. It was like he wasn't even human. He was some vicious predator, waiting to strike. And he always did. He was sloppy, disgusting, and felt nothing like a father. Honestly," I continued, leaning forward in my hospital bed. "I am surprised my mom ever fucked that abomination of humankind, not that she could be much better, considering that slut never set foot in my pitiful life." I spat.

The doctors sat there, in complete shock. That small speech had more words than I had spoken since I had woken up.

"I'm done now," I sighed, leaning back once more. The doctors stared for a moment, so I waved towards the door. They got the hint and scrambled out.

Notes

Okay, I know it's super short, and I haven't updated for a while, but I'm going to work on another chapter right now, it just had to be split here.

Thank you all for reading though. c:

Love all you fantasticly smelly elephant shits.