I opened my eyes and saw a wall painted over with a cream colored paint. Wait, cream? My room isn't cream; it's (f/c). I looked at the soft surface I was on and realized it wasn't my bed. I was laying on my back, but I was facing the wall.

I turned my head to the ceiling and met a very bright light in my eyes. A dark blurry thing came to my view and turned off the light. I looked over at where the blur came from but my vision had little dot and was still very blurry.

It changed a bit but it didn't sound like it made a noise. It turned around and I heard muffled talking. I squinted and my vision finally focused on the person in front of me. It was a male and he had brown hair. He was still turned around and was wearing a dark blue, long sleeved shirt. In all honesty the only thing I really payed attention to was the scar behind his ear.

I blinked a few times and he turned back around. His hair looked kind of sloppy and his big, brown eyes look tired, but he smiled when he saw me. He had a really nice smile, but something was off about it. It wasn't fake, just...sudden and forced. He actually looked very grateful that I was up, but who was he.

"Y/N," he said, "you're finally awake!" He had a deep voice. It was rough and had a lot of emotion behind it.

He tried to hug me, but I back away. "Who are you?" I asked in a very raspy and weak voice.

He then got sad. It was obviously fake but that could just be his face.

"You don't remember me?" He asked.

I shook my head, "Should I?"

He sighed and nodded his head. Suddenly, another guy came up from behind. He had blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He had on a faded purple shirt and a dark green jacket hanging over it. He smiled too, but it was more on the thankful side than anything.

"Hey." He said sweetly. His voice wasn't too deep nor was it very high but it was so soothing. He could literally say he hated me and still make it sound like a nice thing.

"Hello?" I asked him.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Why? Where am I and who are you people?" I asked. I tried to sit up, but my back and stomach just shot pain all the way through my body. I flinched and laid back down.

"The doctor said this was going to happen." The blonde said. He showed fake sadness too, but he seemed to feel...guilty?

"I'm Ryan." The brunette said, "We've been living together for six years." He sounded so fake but I don't know him, that could literally just be his voice.

"I'm Bryce." The blonde said, "You live with Ryan, and me, and David, and Scott-"

I shook my head, "I don't remember."

"Do you remember anything." Ryan asked.

I looked away and tried to dig through my memory. The only thing I can remember is my name, height, age, hair color, eye color, and skin color.

I shook my head and looked back, "My name is Y/n and I'm 26."

They looked down, upset. "Ryan, I think we should leave her alone to see if she can try and remember anything else." Bryce said, putting his hand on the sitting male.

He looked at me with his brown eyes and nodded. He didn't want to go, and no one could deny that. Why was he faking his sadness but want to stay with me longer? He may actually be sad. I don't know!

"Okay." Ryan said, "You can come out of your room whenever. Call us if you need anything."

He got up and that's when I noticed how tall the two were. Ryan had to be about six foot and Bryce just a little taller. I watched as they left and once the door was closed, I looked around the room.

It was very plain. Cream walls, bed with nothing but white pillows, blankets, and sheets, a brown dresser with a mirror, the little blue chair Ryan was sotting on, and a small desk with a computer. I tried once more to sit up, but I couldn't. I decided to push the covers off to see what was stopping me. I saw I was wearing a sports bra and boy shorts underwear. The thing that really focused on was the wrap on my stomach and it was thick. I swung my legs over the side and sat up without bending my body too much. I groaned as I put my feet on the ground and stood up, nearly falling.

I finally balanced myself and looked around the room once more. It was kind of small and only had one window and one door. I walked-more like wobbled-over to the window. I nearly fell when I came to a stop, so I grabbed the ledge for support. I looked out and saw a city that continued to stretch along the horizon. It didn't look like I was in apartment, it looked like it was a house on top of an elevated area.

I pushed myself away from the window and wobbled over to the dresser. I looked in the mirror and looked at myself. The work of the wrap had to be done by a doctor, but here I am, at a house, in literally noting but my underwear, and this very professional wrap on my stomach. I put my hand on it and rubbed it. I felt pain but didn't stop. What happened to me?

I opened the first drawer and saw a ton of shirts that looked way too big for me. I grabbed one and threw it over myself.

I looked at the computer, but didn't go to it. Instead, I went to the door and looked at the room from there. Nothing about it looked familiar.

I opened the door and looked out. It was a hallway, lit up by the sun peeking through a window. It was so awkward because I don't remember any of this, let alone if I run into anyone besides Ryan or Bryce, I'm not going to know what to do. I felt so uncomfortable, but I stepped out of the room and looked down the rather long hallway. There was a total of eight doors, including mine. At the end of the hall, it looked like a tv on the wall and a rather large couch. I walked along the wall, but half between my door and the next door, I ran out of breath. The wall wasn't the best support system either.

"Y/n?" I heard someone say. I looked up and saw a really tall guy. Probably around 6"4 or so.

I didn't say anything, I just stared and studied. He had on a green plaid shirt and black jeans. He got closer and I saw his black hair and brown eyes. He had quite a bit of facial hair and when he smiled, it showed his uneven teeth.

He put his arms out to hug me but I shook my head, "Who are you?"

"David, stop!" I heard Ryan down the hall. "She doesn't remember anything. Y/n, this is David." He said as he ran to us

David looked at me fake upset and said, "You don't remember me?"

I shook my head. "Y/n, David lives here too."

"I'm sorry, I just don't remember." I answered.

"David, we need to get her back in the swing of things." Ryan said to the taller male.

He nodded as said, "Sorry to freak you out."

I didn't reply. Why are they like this? They seem so fake but guilty.

Ryan got behind me and started to help me walk down the hall. David was right next to him and he looked rather doubtful. We stopped and I looked around what I though was the living room. On my right was the kitchen that had a wall made of windows and on my left was a few more doors. I looked at the kitchen and saw Bryce talking to another male with a glorious beard. I looked back at the living room and saw a hat on the couch. I squinted my eyes at it due to its strange shape and noticed it was a panda.

They noticed us and Ryan helped me walk over there. "Look who's trying to get out and about." He commented.

We got closer to the counter and I saw that the bearded male had kind brown eyes too. His seemed deeper though, like there was a lot to him that I didn't know.

"Y/n," Bryce said, "do you remember Luke?"

I looked at him again. His beard faded into his hair that was put up nicely and dark borne eyes stood out more due to to his red sweatshirt.

I shook my head for the thousandth time in the pass like ten minutes. I don't remember anyone's names and if I did, these names are nowhere close to them.

I looked outside and saw a better and larger view of the city from before. The sun was going down. When did I wake up?

I looked back at the Luke guy and he still didn't say anything. He didn't get upset, but his eyes looked angry.

I was about to tell Ryan to lead me back to my room, but a door behind us was slammed open and a male yelled, "You know, one of these days I was someone to call me 'Mister' and not have 'you're causing a scene' followed after it."

We had to turned completely around to see two men walk through, what looks like, the front door. One had a bit of a beard and as he got closer, I saw his auburn hair covered by a beanie and brown eyes. His voice was rough but not rough to point out he sounded like that all the time.

"What happened?" Bryce laughed.

"He got kicked out of the store again." The other guy said. He had brown hair that could be mistaken as blonde in some lighting. His voice was high, but not like 12-year-old-going-though-puberty high.

He was wearing a light blue shirt while the other guy was wearing just a black shirt. The guy with the bread noticed me and said, "Hey you're awake."

The other guy got to where he was and stopped. He had blue eyes too, but they were a bit dull compared to Bryce's.

"Y/n, this is Scotty and Anthony." Bryce introduced, "Guys, she doesn't remember anything."

They seemed confused, but before they could ask any questions, Ryan turned me around. "I think you should rest." He said.

He made us walk all the way back to what they called my room and helped me rest on the bed. I looked at him and asked, "What happened and why can't I remember anything?"

He sighed and took his seat back on the small, blue chair. "We were all eating at a restaurant and as we were walking back, two people started fighting and one pulled out a gun. They missed the guy, but hit you. We took you to the hospital and the doctor said you were going to be fine but there were going to be some problems."

"Like amnesia." I finished.

He nodded and was about to get up, but I said, "Why am I living with you guys?" He raised an eyebrow, "Like what's the story behind it?"

He chuckled a bit and said, "Well we all met in high school. None of us exactly fit into a group, so we became friends and started our own. We were inseparable since."

I wanted to cry. How come I can't remember people I used to be best friends with? I started to tear up, but he hushed me and said, "Don't worry, I'm sure once we get the hang of everything, you'll remember."

He smiled one last time and left. I looked at the ceiling and mumbled, "I want remember now."

I can't remember anything, but I can remember small things. For example, my wall wasn't a cream color and this bed is too soft to be my bed. That scar on the back of Ryan's ear looked familiar and the panda hat on the couch but I don't know why.

I felt a tear run down the side of my face. I grabbed my head and whined, "Why can't I remember?"