I couldn't think of anything else besides how exhausted I am. I opened my eyes weakly and looked around to see where I was. I was in a white room; it was at a cool temperature and it smelled like medicine and I felt the deadly presence of sickness, cancer and maybe death. But for some reason, I couldn't think of the word on where I was.

It was a magical place where you go when you get hurt and you magically get better. Or die.

I heard a knock behind me.

"Hello, Jean." A female voice spoke.

Who the hell is Jean? Sounds like a boys name.

"How are you this morning?" She spoke again looking directly at me.

Is she talking to me?

"G-Good...?" I said unsure if she was actually talking to me or not.

"That's great. Now I'm just gonna make sure your temperature is okay and we're gonna run one more quick test before you go home today, how does that sound?" She explained cheerfully.

Wait.....what?

"O-Okay..." I said unsure again.

She lifted my arm and placed a cold metal stick in my pit. She waited a few seconds until she took it out and said that my temperature was going down which was good.

"But before we take the test I'm gonna have to draw some blood from you and then make sure everything is okay. Then we're going to run some scans on your head." She pulled out a needle that was thick as a pencil.

Oh fuck this!

My eyes widened and whimpered and she took my wrist and pierced my skin with the sharp object. I screamed and a few tears ran down my face as she pulled it out. She grabbed a nearby tissue and wiped away my tears.

"Good job! Now while I'm out running these tests, you have some visitors who want to see you."

"I do?" I said confused. I don't know anybody.

Another knock came from behind me and I saw two girls come in. One was tall and had brown almost black hair and had greenish grey eyes and an thin hourglass figure. She had this look on her face like she was annoyed with the world and wasn't in the mood for anything. I feel bad for whoever touched her because she looked like she was going to rip their face off. The other girl had brown hair and brown eyes. She had a curvy figure and she was a little shorter than the tall one. She looked as if she was deathly afraid of something. Like as if something bad happened.

"Oh my god, Jean are you okay?!" She grabbed my shoulders and I winced in pain a little.

Why am I so sore?

"Sorrysorrysorry!" She said taking her hands off me quickly as if she burnt herself.

Wow she's a like a chihuahua.

"Ramona, calm down. She's okay." The tall one said putting a somewhat sympathetic hand on her shoulder.

"I know, Elizabeth but she's my baby sister. I'm like a mother bear to her cub I have to run to her when she's hurt." She pointed out.

"Well you're both my baby sisters and I have to look out for you or we'll all get into huge trouble." She said.

The shorter one sighed.

So the bitchy one is Elizabeth and the crazy and weird one is Ramona, and they're both my sisters?

Well shit....

"How are you feeling, Jean?" Elizabeth asked putting her hand on top of mine.

"I can't really feel anything...." My voice sounded dry and coarse. "I feel like I'm sore and numb at the same time."

"That's normal for the state that she's in." The cheerful nurse said. "She's just been through a state of shock. When she hit her head, it disrupted the neuroanatomical structure which causes memory loss and she can't feel anything. But we shouldn't jump to conclusions; either she's still under the antibiotics we gave her, which should wear off by tonight or she has possible nerve damage. It's a miracle that she survived."

I haven't been more confused in my life.

"Wait what do you mean by I've been through and state of shock?? What happened??" I asked anxiously, my voice cracking like I had just hit puberty.

God damn my voice sounds terrible.

"Shhhh it's okay, Jean. You just hit your head a little that's all." Elizabeth said.

I hate when people sugar code things.

After a while, the nurse came back with test results and gave them to my sisters. She also said I can go home, where ever that is. Ramona grabbed a wheelchair from the hallway and helped me get into it. Elizabeth got behind me and pushed me and Ramona walked beside me. She looked like she was holding back tears, and she looked like she was hiding something.....

When we got to the car we drove off for home. I watched as we drove by a bunch of buildings and a couple of fields. I could feel my eyes getting heavier each time while I was watching everything as we drove. That was when I fell asleep.

I felt the car stop and looked to see where we are. It was a one story white-ish house and black shutters and it had a screen door in the front.

Is this home?

"Alright come here, Jean." Ramona helped me out of the car and she had me put my arm around her for her to support me. Elizabeth did the same.

After they helped me in the house, they led me to a grey room that was what I would say...creative. It had a bunch of drawings and a lot posters on the walls. There was a full size bed and it had a black and white flower comforter on it. The room was also kind of messy but I didn't mind it; There was dirty clothes on the floor, a guitar leaning against a desk, a few pairs of converse, and two MAJOR things stood out when I looked at the walls (besides the fact that who ever had this room must be a total hardcore fangirl). One thing was that there was a picture next on a desk that had a little girl (can't be anymore than 12 or 13 years old) next to, what I'm assuming is her mom, outside of the house next to a Harley Davidson Motorcycle. The woman had extremely short choppy blonde hair and had a few tattoos on her arms. I could tell by how she smiled that she was adventurous and an adrenaline junky. She seemed like she was rough but loving and playful. I envied that.

"There you go," Ramona and Elizabeth set me down on the bed. "You're home and you can relax now."

"Is this my room?" I asked.

"Yeah. I thought for sure you'd remember. You're like the definition of art. You created all of these drawings and posters and stuff. 

"I remember now." I smiled. Everything was starting to come back to me. That obviously made my sisters smile in relief and bliss. I looked back at the picture with the girl and her mom.

"Who's this?" I asked pointing to the picture.

A sour and sad look appeared on both of their faces.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Jean," Ramona sighed as she began to explain. "There's never an easy way of telling this but....that is our mom and....."

Suddenly she started to cry.

"Jean," Elizabeth said. "Mom...."

I don't remember what happened after that but all I can say is that if you've ever experienced death with a loved one in your life, you'll know how the news is broken down to you.

Well let's just say that news was broken down to me too.