Third Person's POV

A week and a couple of days after Alexandria's accident, she was finally released from the hospital to return home under the care of her friends. However, Jeremy is not going to be around for long as he needs to return to work, so Zacky will be taking the responsibility to take care of her.

Alexandria's POV

Thank Lord i am finally cleared to leave this hospital. The food tasted fucking horrible and the bed, it's just utterly uncomfortable.

I get to return home where i missed. But i probably forget about that too.

We are now on the way to go back to my house with Zacky driving the vehicle. Zacky, this man who i had no fucking idea who he is is taking all responsibility to take care of me. He really didn't need to and he knew that, but he sticked by my side and promised me recovery. I just don't want to disappoint.

"Sooo...." said Jeremy in the front passenger seat.

"What sup?" I replied.

"Sis, you know i gotta leave like on friday right?"

"Yeah. Unfortunately." I really don't want J to leave. He is, as of now, the only person i remembered. I mean, I am getting more comfortable and less awkward with Zacky but I will feel so weird having Zacky to take care of me.

"Don't worry, Zacky is going to take good care of ya. Dad said he will be coming soon. He is somewhere in Londa. I think." He said, sighing. Our father is always somewhere across the world since his retirement. My father is the second person i remembered since J showed me his picture days after I woke up. His face sparked something in me and i was able to identify him.

As for the others, i have no freaking idea who they were. My boss, Peter had came to visit me and told me I am currently working as a music technician and that's how i met Zacky. My best friends also came in the other day to reintroduced themselves. I felt horrible not remembering them but they are all very supportive in my recovery.

When i walked into my home I remembered nothing. Nothing about why i decorated that way or how i got this house. I just knew this is my house and I am suppose to be living in it.

I walked around the house all by myself as Jeremy and Zacky went to the kitchen to prepare for dinner. I was having a curious time digging around the drewers when I pulled out a box.

Inside this box were several pictures with a lady that looked similar like me. Mom. I can still clearly remember my mother. Off the drugs, she can be an angel, someone you will love. On the drugs and alcohol, she is someone you don't want to know. Abusive, annoying and angry. I wondered where she is now if she is not dead. I miss her.

I was so focused on those pictures that when J walked into the room, i didn;t notice.

"X, that's your mother Maria."

"I know. Is she alive?" I looked up at him.

"Hell if I know. She only cares for your cash. I mean days before your crash she came over and yelled at you for not giving her money."

"Still on the drugs?'

"I believe so. C'mon, honey, dinners ready."

I got up and followed J into the kitchen where my meal is ready. I missed home cook meals soooo much. We all ate and talk about things, constantly with the guys telling me some sort of event that had happened which I don't remember anything about. I learned a lot about the old Alexandria. I hope one day i will meet her.

-----------------A MOMENT LATER-----------------------------------

It's 2 am in the morning and i can't sleep. I am lying in bed right now with millions of thoughts going through my head. So many things have happened these past two weeks and I totally became a new person.

I remembered nothing about myself and people around me or the events that happened. I know I can gain my memories back one day, i just need to know when. Tomorrow is a new beginning.