People do not understand, I mean, how can they? They don't know what it is like to hear everything yet not be able to speak a word; see everybody but know nobody! They can't understand what it is like to have their past taken from them. To wake up one day and not know what happened the day before. How old they are or who their families are. 

Can ANYBODY relate to sleeping so long and then waking up to a nightmare?! I feel so alone and distance. Everybody doesn't understand! I know they want to, their genuineness shows but they just can't and I can't understand how they feel hearing me ask who they are over and over again.

They is no outsider looking in.
We're all just simply strangers now.

Pretending to be otherwise is just hiding that fact...I wish they could see that...wish I could tell them but I can't. I haven't spoken in years the doctors said. My own vocals are fragile until I get stronger. I wanted to scream as the person beside me had to feed me. My own arms aren't even strong enough to lift the utensils and like a baby, I have to be fed. 

My 'family' smiled at me as I took the food in my mouth and chewed slowly, my jaw already hurting from exhaustion. I feel so useless being fed like this; having other people do my own job. When will this end? My stomach hurts from the few bites I took and the bites want to come back up. I moved my head feebly as my 'brother' tried to feed me some more pieces. I groaned, begging them mentally to stop. Fortunately, he understood and kept the food away.

"What are you doing?" My 'dad' questioned curiously, eyeing my 'brother' as he pushed the plate of food away from me and then wiped my face with a napkin. He seemed to have been use to taking care of me. He was very gentle and made sure to watch my every facial expression.

"Her stomach isn't strong enough to handle that much food pa." My (big?) brother answered our father, not taking his eyes off cleaning my face. "Keep in mind, she hasn't eat anything solid in seven years pa. If we force her, we could end up hurting her rather than helping her." He smiled at me, satisfied that my face was now tidy. I attempted to nod my thanks but my body was too tired. I felt like giant rock being dragged to a watery grave. 

"She's so weak." The woman that sat in front of me smiled. She was supposed to be my sister I think...I'm not too sure I remember her name. She played with her food, twirling her fork effortlessly. Oh how I envy her. To be able to move her limbs and not be in my position. The man beside her said nothing, he didn't even pay me any mind. I was thankful to that. Thankful that he didn't stare like the rest. The woman put the food in her mouth, chewed, then swallowed before saying "That's what happens when someone attempts suicide and fails."

Suicide?

"Alias!" The table went into an uproar as the word 'suicide' played in my mind. What is suicide and how does that involve my situation? Ignoring the other members, Alias looked straight in my eyes, as if knowing my thoughts. 

"Suicide is when you kill yourself." My eyes widened and suddenly, I felt chilly. I tried to kill myself? But...how...why...I don't understand. I tried to shake my head 'no.' Something deep inside wasn't buying that logic but...my mind froze. What if she's right? What if I did try to die and...I failed. It would explain the coma...but I wouldn't do that, would I?

I wouldn't but what about the girl before me?
The girl I use to be?

Did SHE try to commit suicide? Did she not value life? My stomach knotted painfully as two questions slithered its way deep in my psych. 

The girl I use to be...what was she like?
And if I am not her anymore...
Then who am I?