In Love With The God Of The Underworld

Chapter 2: No Memory

"Are you sure? You can stay longer," My mother, Dee, asked worriedly.

"I'm fine mom, really," I said standing up and pushing my long black hair out of my face.

"I wish you'd stay, Persephone, honey please," I looked at my mom. Her blond hair was in a messy bun and had more gray in it then the picture I saw of her. She had dark circles under her pretty light blue eyes, her once beautiful, lively face was ashen and full of worry. She couldn't get over the fact that I died.

"Mom, please don't make me stay here. I hate it here," I begged softly. It smelled of death, but I didn't add that. She swallowed, internally debating with herself. Finally, she looked at me and nodded, sighing in defeat. I gave her a small smile and we left.

"Do you remember anything? At all?" My mother asked in the car as we were driving home. 

"My name is Persephone. I am seventeen. My date of birth is December first. And your name is Dee," I said. Dee gave me a sharp look,

"That is what you were told. Do you remember anything other then what you were told?" She asked. I stared out the window, hoping something would look familiar. Wishing that I recongized at least one of the boarded up buildings that were passing by. 

"Persephone?" Dee prompted, wanting an answer. 

"No, nothing other then the last week," I told her in defeat. It's been a week since I woke up from a coma. I had died. My heart stopped beating. Then, miraculously, my heart started again. When I woke, I didn't remember anything. I still don't, all I know is what I'm told. 

"Well, this is it. I'm sorry it's not very big. This is all I could afford. You loved it when we first moved in. Your room is over there, if you need anything I'll be in the kitchen, which is over here," My mother told me pointing in the directions. I nodded in acknowledgment and she walked towards what was the kitchen. 

The front door was in the living room, to the left was the bathroom, next to that was a door with drawings from a little kid. The next door was plain except for a 'Welcome Home!' banner going diagonal across the door. I smiled a little and opened it, walking in. 

Walking into the room, I saw the walls were a creme color, with many old looking posters hanging around. There was a movie poster for 'Twilight' and 'Lion King 3D' and band posters for 'Three Days Grace', 'Metallica', and 'AC/DC'. Nothing after the year 2012, which was over 15 years ago. A twin bed pushed against the farthest wall, its dark grey and lavender blankets untidily laid on it. Nothing looked even remotely familiar. I walked to the dresser pushed to the wall across the bed. On top there was a picture, picking up, I got a closer look. It looked like it was old, I was a child and mom looked younger. We were smiling at the camera, a red canyon stretched out behind us. 

Who was I?