*Emma's POV*

I woke up the next morning to see a certain caramel-haired boy sitting beside my bed.

"Er, Alex?" I asked groggily, wondering if I even got his name right. "What are you doing here?" I sat up and stretched, then looked at him for an answer.

He gave me a small smile. "Well," he started, nervously scratching the back of his head. "Er, the doctors said you should probably get some exercise, and then also want to try to trigger your memory so..." he trailed off.

"So...?" I prompted.

"So," he tossed his arms in the air dramatically. "We're going on a field trip to Jack's room!"

I nearly stopped breathing. What if he was mad at me for not remembering him? What if he ended up not liking me anymore? Wait, what? I don't even remember the kid, why am I stressing about whether or not he's going to like me? I felt a little lightheaded, as if I was going to pass out from emotional exertion already.

"Emma?" Alex waved his hand in front of my face, and I snapped out of my trance.

"Uh, er, uh," I stuttered. "Yeah, yeah let's go see J-Jack." I said, trying to fake some enthusiasm. I threw off my covers and jumped out of bed, but one's legs don't work all too great after lying in a hospital bed for nearly four months. I fell over, and Alex caught me. I muttered a 'thank you' in gratitude and sighed.

This was going to be harder than I thought.

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We finally stumbled to Jack's room, he was only down the hall from me. With Alex supporting me, I quietly knocked on the door. There was no answer, but just before I knocked again, I heard a soft, "Come in."

Alex opened the door for me and helped me to the chair by Jack's bed. I quickly slumped into the chair, letting go of Alex and heaving a big breath. I could feel Jack's eyes on me through the whole ordeal.

"So," I gasped out, looking at Jack. "Tell me about yourself, Jack Borakat."

He burst into tears, and I looked at Alex desperately. What happened?

"It's Barakat," he mumbled.

"Oh," I let out. "Oh, I'm so sorry Jack, I didn't know."

"I know," he choked out. "I know you didn't know, how could you, you were only the love of my life." He laughed sadly, wiping his eyes on the bed sheet.

"I'm sorry, Jack, I really am," I told him, reaching out to touch his hand. "I wish I could remem-" I gasped in shock as my hand touched his, and dropped it quickly.

"Emma?" I heard Jack say, concerned, but he seemed far away. "Emma are you okay?" But by now the flashbacks had started.

"Jaaaaack" I laughed, elongating the 'a' in his name. "Jack give me back my books!" I jumped up trying to retrieve said books. I finally knocked them out of his hands and onto the ground. I swiped them and punched Jack in the arm. "Dick," I muttered as we skipped off to class...

My vision swam, and Alex and Jack were still trying to get me to come back to earth, but I couldn't, I couldn't, and then my vision went fuzzy and another memory surfaced.

"Hey Emma," Jack said spinning around and walking backwards through the hall so he could talk to me. "You're going to fall, dumbass." I chuckled, pushing on his chest to make him stumble a bit. He caught himself and looked at me with a cheeky grin. "Anyway," he continued, "I was thinking you could meet Alex today..."

Alex and Jack were arguing about something, something, I don't know what. Oh. Jack wanted to bring in a doctor. I tried to tell them I was fine, better then fine, I was remembering, but I wasn't in control of my own body.

"Dad, please, please stop!" I shouted desperately as my dad held my arms above my head with one hand and tried to separate my legs with the other. I was crying hysterically, and was about to give in, but I kneed my father in the exposed area between his legs and wrenched my arms from his grip. I made a desperate sprint for the bathroom, snatching my phone along the way. I quickly slammed the door and locked it, then turned and slid down the door, all the way to the floor. I could hear my father trying to regain himself, stumbling down the hall, and this made me cry harder. 'I am so sorry' I texted to Jack before grabbing my bottle of antidepressants, downing them, and waiting for the black to consume me.

I opened my eyes fully and looked straight into the very concerned faces of Alex and Jack.

"Holy shit," I gasped, then I pulled them into a hug, tears forming in my eyes.

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