01. Broken Vending Machines and Weird Fetish's

February, 2011

Beep. Beep. Beep.

That sound, that god forbidden beeping sound won't go away.

I could hear myself groan but not moving a single muscle. My eyelids were closed but I could tell a very bright light was above me by the color that I'm seeing through my eyelids. I tried opening my eyes again, but they just weren't having it. "Ugh!" I groaned again, this time I could feel myself shifting around on whatever the hell I was laying on, which wasn't the most comfy but I guess you can't have everything. The beeping sound continued to the right of me, constant and steady. I didn't know what it was but I was going to find out.

I tried peeling open my eyelids again, but this time to gain a success by how the light above me got about ten times brighter, which then caused me to squeeze my eyes shut again. A couple seconds passed before I attempted again. At first everything was blurry and unfocused, but after multiple blinks I could keep my eyes open for a good amount of time. I was right, there was a big rectangular light above me, around it was what looked like tiles to a ceiling. They were white, and from what I could tell, honestly, everything was white. I closed my eyes again suddenly just wanting to go back to sleep, but after all I had achieved in the past few minutes I refused the drowsy feeling and opened them again, but this time a face appeared above me.

A women, maybe in her late 30's, early 40's stood by my bedside, and she wore these very loose clothing, which was a light purple at the moment. A kind smile broke onto her face, almost like a relieved one. Her dark brown curls were tied up into a ponytail on her head, a clipboard in her hands. "You're awake." The women says, still smiling. I went to go reply, but my voice wouldn't cooperate. My shaky hands flew to my throat, it felt dry and parched, and suddenly it made me think of just how long I had been asleep for, which brought me to another important question of where the hell I actually was.

My head whipped around a couple times, scoping the room for any signs of danger, but to only find a couple chairs, random cabinets and two doors, and then my eyes landed on that horrid beeping machine.

Hospital. I was in a hospital. But why was I here?

I turned my head back toward the lady which I now presume was my nurse. A hundred questions whirled in my brain, but for some reason I couldn't stop feeling this sensation, like I forgot something, or I'm missing something.

It felt like on a school morning when you just get on the bus, but once you sit down it's almost like this itching sort of feeling like you forgot something, but you couldn't remember what, and it bothered you the rest of the day until, eventually, you figured out what you couldn't remember.

"Water." I rasped out, the women nodded quickly before exiting the room. I looked around the room again but there was really nothing interesting to look at so I opted for playing with my fingers, I could see a light violet color on my nails, old nail polish that had starting chipping away. The women returned, and this time I read her name tag, Melissa. I brought the plastic cup to my lips, downing all the liquid inside of it. I almost wanted to ask for more, but I wanted answers, and I wanted them now.

"Why am I at the hospital?" I ask, my voice still sounding foreign to me.

Melissa sat down at the edge of bed, her hands clasped together. "Can you tell me what your name is?" She asked me, still fiddling with her clipboard.

"Yeah, its-" But I didn't finish my sentence, because I didn't know. It's like my mind was a blank chalkboard with nothing written on it. I felt like I just had a "I don't remember what I was just about to say" moments, then for the life of me couldn't remember.

I didn't know, I didn't know my own name.

"No." I whispered. This feeling of terror filled my veins.

"I-I can't remember anything!" I say more urgent.

I sit up quickly, which was a bad idea because my head started to spin and I laid back down again. "We thought that this would happen, it appears as you hit your head pretty hard, and you lost a decent amount of blood through the wound in your shoulder." She said, before pointing to the white bandage on my left shoulder.

"But the good news is, we do know your name. Somehow you managed to keep your iPod on you, and you still had it here when a local drove you in, said that they found you in the middle of an empty parking lot. Your name is Persephone, quite beautiful if I do say so myself." My head was still pounding and I just really, really wanted to go back to sleep and escape this very moment.

"What happened?" I whisper barely, but she heard and I don't know if that's a good thing or not.

"You got a concussion, and there seemed to be a bullet scrape on your shoulder, but thankfully it didn't go through your shoulder. You got various cuts and bruised on your legs, but those will go away without any scars. You sprained both of your wrists, but honestly nothing major aside from the concussion that you should be worrying about, honestly, you should be thankful. But it seems as you are suffering from amnesia, we can only pray that you will get your memories back, for some people it takes about a week, other, years." I could feel tears brimming my eyes. And Melissa noticed too because she brought me into a hug, professionally avoiding my shoulder.

"You're okay now, you're safe. Everything is going to be alright. But for now, you should get some rest, relax until we can fully examine you and find out what to do from there." She said, her hand running up and down my back in a motherly way and I couldn't help but think that she had a kid by the way she was acting so well with me.

"Okay." I whisper back, before lying back, with my head on the pillow. She smiled once more before leaving the room, leaving it opened just a crack.

After a few deep breathes to keep myself from breaking down, I had managed to stop my tears and slow my rapid, scared heart. There was a small t.v that I decided to turn on to some random old black and white show. A loud bang erupted, along with the sound of shattering glass. I knew that I should just stay here and continue watching my show in the safe little zone of my little hospital bed, wrapped up in a blanket, but curiosity got the best of me like it does to everyone. I slowly inched up and my feet met the cold linoleum floor. I tiptoed to the door, but before I could even investigate a sound that made my blood run cold appeared in the air. A loud, shrill scream came from the room next to me, and if I was right it would be the bathroom. "Lydia!" I heard a guy yell, then louder, "LYDIA!" I swung the door open then followed all the people that ran into the room.

I was thankful to be wearing a full hospital gown instead of the one that just ties in the back, that would have been highly embarrassing. I scurried over to the room and could hear my nurse, Melissa say "What the hell just happened." Melissa, along with a man, and a young boy that looked about 16 stood in the bathroom, looking at the now empty shower which I presumed this Lydia person was still suppose to be in.

"What happened?" I asked, which caused all three of them to jump and quickly turn around toward me.

"Persephone! You shouldn't be out of bed!" Melissa scolded me. But I ignored her. "What happened? Why did someone scream?" I asked again, my nurse shook her head before gently taking my arm and leading me out the room, but not before I saw the boy that was in the bathroom looking at me in curiosity.

On our way to my room I saw a tipped over vending machine in the hallway, which must of been the bang sound that caused me to get up. Melissa tucked me into bed, reminded me to get some rest before closing the door behind her. But I guess that I wasn't a person to leave something unsolved because I got up once again.

Quietly, and slowly I opened the door, I peeked my head out, but in the process my hair fell into my face. It was light, almost golden blonde. There was a little curl at the end of the strand, but I swiped it behind me before going out of the room again, avoiding anyone who would bring me back into the room. I turned around the corner to see the guy from the bathroom talking to the man, and a sheriff. I could hear him mutter something about strawberry blonde, before the sheriff grabbed him by the back of the neck and drug him away from the man.

"What the hell are you still doing here?" The sheriff asked annoyed. The boy widened his hazel eyes before saying "..Uh, providing moral support."

The sheriff closed his eyes and opened them again, before saying "Well why don't you provide your ass back home, where you should be."

The boy made some weird face. "Yeah, yeah I could do that too." He muttered, which made the sheriff nod his head and mutter an agreeing yeah to him, before pushing him away from him and going to talk to the man again, who was now with Melissa. From the way they interacted they either spent a lot of time together, or they were related in some way.

The boy scurried away, but not before raising his eyebrows at the vending machine, while nurses squatted down by it extremely confused, and he even more quickly left the area, which proves that the now ruined vending machine was his fault, which made me cover my mouth to cover up a laugh that wanted to escape. But instead of going toward the exit, the teenager moved toward Lydia's room, avoiding nurses, like me, and stepping into the bathroom. I quietly followed him, making sure I didn't get too close so he would sense someone behind him. He quickly picked up the girls gown, which had a big blood stain on it which made me worry for the girl that I didn't know even more. After grabbing the thin fabric and bundling it up he turned around but shouted a loud "Oh my god!" when he saw me standing there.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked him, even more curious as to why he would want a disgusting bloody gown for.

"What?" He said, trying to hide the gown behind him, but failing miserably as I arched an eyebrow at him.

"Why are you taking that girls gown?" I ask, still standing in front of the bathroom doorway so he couldn't get away, unless he wanted to jump out the window.

"Uh.....Uh, what gown?" He said sounding totally unconvincing.

"The one behind your back." I say, nodding my heads toward him. He ran his free hand through his brown hair, which really didn't do anything considering he has a buzz cut. He pulled the gown out behind his back.

"Oh, you mean....this gown?" He asks, sounding totally unsure of himself.

"Yes." I said in a sarcastic voice. "Do you have any other bloody gowns on you? Is it, like, a weird fetish of yours or something?" I asked him, now suddenly very worried for the teenage boy in front of me. He squinted at me, like I just asked him the dumbest question in the world, but he didn't say anything trying to contemplate the pros and cons of the situation.

"Would you let me leave peacefully if I said yes..?" He asks, looking at me with squinted eyes.

I brought my mouth into a thin line thinking about it for a moment. "Yes, I will let you leave peacefully and won't tell that sheriff that you didn't leave right away only, and I mean only, if you admit that you have a weird bloody gown fetish and you keep them hanging up on your bedroom wall, and do me a little itty bitty favor." I tell him smirking at his dumbfounded expression.

"You're evil." He mutters while rubbing the back of his neck.

"Actually, my name is Persephone apparently." I tell him seriously.

"Well, my name is Stiles." The boy says before holding his hand out for me to shake. I raise my eyebrow at him while slowly shaking his hand.

"Stiles..?" I say, but before I could go on he interrupted.

"Yes, Stiles. Stiles Stillinski. Now can you just tell me what this favor is because I really gotta go." He says quickly, glancing down at his phone.

"Alright, well I've only been up for like 40 minutes and I'm already bored out of my mind, so you have to come back and bring me back a couple books to read, along with outside food or drinks because I don't want to test the horrible hospital food myth." He nods his head a couple times, realizing that my terms aren't that bad and that I'm not that evil.

"Okay, okay fine. Whatever. Now, excuse me." He says, then gently moves me out of the doorway and leaves, but then comes back in and turns toward me. "Remember. Deal. No tell my dad. I bring you stuff. Alright?" He says with a satisfied smile on his lips.

I nod at him, bringing out my pinkie. "I pinkie swear that I will not tell your dad, the sheriff, that a Stiles was here." He hooks my pinkie with his. "Okay, good. Bye." He then fist bumps my shoulder, but sadly it was my left one where the white bandage is and I hiss out in pain.

He quickly rips away his hand, and stumbles away from me with his hands up in surrender. "Sorry, sorry. Oh god I'm so sorry, and stupid, ugh, god I'm stupid. Sorry. Okay, never touch a hospital patient without knowing where there are hurt, okay. Okay." He says to me, but it sounds more like he is talking to himself.

"Stiles, it's fine, now go do whatever the hell you're going to do with a bloody gown, I would ask, but to be honest I think the answer might scare me." I say, an involuntary shudder going down my back.

"Good choice. That is a very good choice, Persephone. But don't start making up crazy scenarios, I'm just using it to help find my friend Lydia, the girl that's missing." He answers me.

"How would a bloody gown help you find your friend? Do you have like a DNA tracking device or something?" I ask hesitantly.

"Something like that...." He answers slowly and unsure of himself. But before I could ask him anything else he is out of the doorway, and the room.

I silently stood there going over everything that just happened, and honestly I don't even know what just happened. All I could think of is that some people are just really freaking weird.

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About two hours later Melissa comes in my room with some soup, she said I should start off with something light since I've been in a coma for about a week. The soup wasn't the best but it didn't make me wanna throw up so it would have to do for the time being until Stiles brought me some real food. "Melissa?" I ask as she was marking down my vitals and all that jazz on her clipboard.

"Yeah?" She says looking up.

"How old do I look?" I ask while twirling my blonde hair between my fingers. I haven't got to look in a mirror yet, or take a shower for that matter.

"I would say about 16, a sophomore, like my son Scott." She answers will examining my face. "And very pretty." She added. I couldn't help but smile at her kind comment, and the fact that I was right about her being a mother.

"Thanks." I mumble sheepishly.

"Well, everything looks good. You should be able to leave in a day or two, but for now I think you should go take a shower, but not too hot, your shoulder is still healing. And you will have to take it easy with your concussion." She says, then handing me a clean gown and a fresh smelling white towel. I was about ready to walk into the bathroom, but then something surfaced in my mind.

"Melissa?" I called out to her nervously. She turned around with her signature smile waiting for me to continue. "Where... where am I suppose to go?" I asked.

I was waiting for her to tell that I was being sent to some foster home or something horrible, but she smiled even more. "That man in the bathroom earlier, that was Mr. Martin, Lydia's dad. Lydia doesn't live with him, but he talked to Lydia's mom when I told him about your situation, and she agreed full heartily to let you stay with her and Lydia until you get your memories back, or until we can find out where you live." She told me sincerely, "and don't worry." Melissa assured me. "They are both very nice, I trust them. Lydia is a little out there, and very open, especially when it comes to her opinions, but I think you guys will get along very well. I would offer you to stay at my house but with me working a ton of late shifts, and my teenage son that I wouldn't trust in the house alone with a very pretty girl, I just think it would be best." I smiled at her, entirely grateful, then walked into the bathroom.

There was a small mirror in front of the sink, but I decided that I wasn't quite ready to see what I looked like yet, at least not with my cuts and bruises, my stitched up shoulder, and most likely my absolute horrid hair, I would wait. I easily slipped off the light blue hospital gown and turned the water to warm. I tested it with my hand before stepping in carefully, making sure to not bump my shoulder. I was worried it would sting, but the warm water actually felt really good against my pale skin. I ran my hair through my now wet hair, getting most of the tangles out. My hair reached to the end of my ribs when it was wet. I made sure to wash off any remaining dirt and dried blood off of my skin before I washed my hair. It took about three uses of conditioner to get my hair to feel normal instead of a rats nest.

Turning the water off I stepped out and dried myself off before slipping on the new hospital gown and putting the towel into my hair to prevent it from dripping all over the place. Walking out of the door and into my room, I turned on some random Hallmark movie, but my eyelids were drifting shut before I could even register what the movie was about.

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When I woke up, it was already morning, the clock on the wall said it was about 12 in the afternoon. There was some breakfast on my tray. But I wasn't going to take a chance with the blob of god knows what on the plate, so I just ate the yogurt and called it good. I ended up turning the t.v on, once again. But really, what else was I suppose to do? There wasn't anything to spy on, nor was there any helpless teenagers that I could blackmail.

You know what else wasn't there? Stiles. Stiles wasn't there. Stiles no there with my books and real food, and honestly, Persephone mad, and Persephone is also about to go break her end of the deal as well and go talk to a certain sheriff.

But as much as I actually wanted to, I was too lazy to get up so I stayed put and watched some weird kid show about dolls coming to life and dancing and singing to songs, like okay, that's realistic.

As I laid down, slowly but surely dying of absolute boredom, having random nurses coming in and checking all my vitals and making sure that I didn't just randomly drop dead, talking to Melissa about anything and everything that would distract me, taking random naps throughout the day, and totally craving some pizza, or any real food that didn't look like it was about to come alive, the clock ticked 4:15.

A very red-faced and heavy breathing, tall and pale skinny boy that goes by the name of Stiles Stillinski ran into my room, with a plastic bag swinging in his arms.

"About time Stillinski!" I practically yelled and slowly got up and walked toward him.

"So-" Deep breath.

"Sorry-" Panting and very entertaining facial expressions.

"I. Got. Detention." Stiles barely managed to say before just plopping down on a blue chair that was by the the spawn of Satan- oops, I meant heart monitor that definitely isn't annoying one bit with its beeping every god two seconds. Oh who am I kidding, no I didn't.

"You got detention?" I say, laughing. Some foggy memories in my mind could remember that detention was having to spend an hour of horrible time after school with a bitch of teacher, and I'm going to take a wild guess and say I used to go there a lot.

"For what?" I asked. He threw the full bag toward me that I barely caught before it smacked me right in the face, it made my shoulder ache a little but I just pushed that to the back of my mind as I quickly looked into the bag of heaven.

"Apparently my voice makes a teacher want to strike a student violently and repeatedly." He muttered, before rubbing the nape of his neck. In the bag was several bags of chips; Doritos, Funyuns, Lays, then there was a couple of packages of candy that included Reese's, SourPatch Kids, Starbursts, and Twix. The books included some random things such as Twilight, The Notebook, The Vow, The Fault in Our Stars, and Safe Haven- which by the titles I could tell they were going to be a bunch of chick flick novels, but the thought of that didn't seem to bother me, so I guess you can say that I was a helpless romantic like 95% of the girls everywhere.

"Thanks." I tell him seriously while I was grinning at him like an idiot. I tossed him a package of Reese's and his face lit up like a Christmas tree and he immediately ripped open a package. "But you still got half of the deal to uphold, Stillinski." I said, trying to hold in the laugh that wanted to escape. His face contorted into an expression of absolute frustration and regret, and that's when I really did let out a laugh.

"Deal is a deal." I continued in a sing song voice.

"I don't wanna." He said, while shoving a perfect Reese in his mouth.

"Well okay, let me just press the nurse button and ask for the sheriff and tell him that his own delinquent son didn't listen to him, probably which he does a lot, and stole something from the hospital."I said, a wide smirk spread across my face as his eyes glared at me. Stiles was about to open his mouth to retort out a comeback, but I quickly spoke again.

"And you know, while I'm at it, I might as well tell him that you also broke a vending machine, and walked away like nothing happened like the horrible person you are, and tell him about all the vandalism and graffiti that teenagers are doing now adays, and how very upset it makes me that people like you just get away with it." I say in a mock sad voice.

Stiles continued to glare at me, and mumbled something that sounded like "You are Satan" and got up from his chair.

"I, Stiles Stillinski, have a very weird and unhealthy fetish with taking people's bloody gowns and hanging them on my bedroom wall." He said quietly, still with that deadly look in his eye.

"Wait, sorry, I couldn't hear that." I lie and put my hand up to my ear.

He glared at me even more, but he had this look of amusement in his eyes. "I, Stiles Stillinski, have a very weird and unhealthy fetish with taking people's bloody gowns and hanging them on my bedroom wall." He says slightly louder.

"Wait, say that again?" I say, trying to cover up my grin.

"Oh my god!" He says while swinging his arms up to try and prove some sort of point. "I, Stiles Stillinski, have a very weird and unhealthy fetish with taking people's bloody gowns and hanging them on my bedroom wall!" He nearly shouts this time, and I burst out laughing as a nurse nearby stops suddenly, and looks in my hospital room with a horrified expression. I'm crying, and nearly about to pee my pants as Stiles starts muttering very colorful and creative curse words under his breath. I look up at him, he shoots me another glare.

"Shut up.." He mumbles and walks out the room, leaving me all alone to my laughing.

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>> Song of the chapter; Here Comes Trouble- Honor Society <<

First chapter, yay!!! This took about 3-4 hours to write, which is the most time I have ever spent on writing something, but who cares! I don't have a life anyway (x

And I edited this chapter the best I could, so if you see any errors and/or typos please point them out!

But I am not able to watch the new episode of Teen Wolf tonight and I wanna cry, we just found out who The Benefactor is, and now I cant watch the new episode, ughhhh. The struggle is real guys. Anyways, hope you enjoyed! And I smell a BROPT. I've only written one chapter but I already love Persephone, and the way Stiles and her interact, and I'm super pumped about her meeting Isaac!