Your Fault

Coma

Darkness. That's all I saw. People shouting. That's all I heard. Pain. That's all I felt.

Suddenly I started to see white. Is that the bright light? Holy sh-

"EVAN! CAN YOU HEAR US?" I heard a deep male voice yell. I jolted awake.

"HE'S AWAKE!" The same voice said earning a lot of screams of joy. I tilted my head.

"Um where am I? Who are you?" I ask not remembering anything. A woman with long black hair runs up to me and hugs me. Who dafuq is this?

I push her away, feeling uncomfortable with a complete stranger hugging me. She stares at me confused.

"Who are you?"

"I'm your mother! You don't remember me?" She asks, tears threatening to fall. I shake my head no.

"He has memory loss. He doesn't remember anything, Mrs. Fong. Don't worry in about it he should start regaining his memory... Soon."A man in a white coat says. Memory loss? A girl with brown hair probably the age of 15 walks up to my 'mother'.

"You mean... He doesn't remember anything? Not even me?" She says, her voice cracking a bit.

"No sweetie..  I'm afraid not" The girl hugs my mom.

"Oh... This is your sister... You probably forgot and the man in the. corner" She pointed to a tall buff man with a sad expression. "He's your father." I don't know anyone here..

"I'm sorry I don't remember any of you.."

"Well I'm Ellen.. Your mother. He's Ralph, your Father. And here we have Becky, your little sister. Do you remember your name?" I shake my head no.

"Evan. Your name is Evan."

~10 MONTHS LATER IK IT'S A BIG TIMESKIP IM SORRY~

I unload the last box in our new house in North Carolina. Oh yeah. Hey there! As you already know I'm Evan Fong the 17 year old who was in a coma for a month and now suffers from memory loss! Yeah I still don't remember anything but I don't mind. My parents thought it would be a good idea for them to start over just like I am so we moved from Canada to North Carolina!

Apparently I was really popular before my coma. I had a girlfriend and a lot of fruends. They said people practically praised me. I was prized with "Best big brother" and "Best son" of the year by my parents and my little sister. They're nice people and all so I decided to trust them when they say they're my family. They show me old pictures of me to prove I was their child even though I told them I believed them.

Have you noticed how annoying siblings are? Becky is a pain! She always asks if I wanna play with her. She acts so childish. She's a teen and she acts like a toddler. Hey at least she takes the blame when I get in trouble. I kinda feel bad but she tells me I have to repay her someday which makes all the guilt wash away.

"Evan gets to pick the bedroom!" My dad announced making me smile. Becky whined.

"What?! Why?! No fair!"

"Until you get a coma and remember absolutely nothing, he gets to choose the room!" I heard Becky groan. I snickered and walked upstairs to choose the room I want. There were three. A huge room and two other rooms. I ignore the huge room knowing it already belonged to my parents and walked into one of the two smaller rooms.

I walk into the first room, examined it, the walked into the other.

The first one was good. Spacious, had a bathroom. The other one was nice. Not that spacious but decorated beautifully. It had a huge closet while the other room had only a decent sized closet.