Lost memories.

Child play

Millie

"I swear to God, if you don't eat this, I'm going to have to force it down your throat."

James could not be the least bit intimidating even if he was being held at gun point. Well at least that what I think. I admit I've been giving him a hard time by refusing to be fed but its quite funny watching him flush like that. It makes him look more adorable than a baby panda. And anyway, i dont like being treated like a child. Just because ive just come out of a coma doesnt mean everyone has to treat me like im made of thin glass and one bad move might kill me. Him of all people should know that. So instead of answering, i clamp my mouth close and shake my head. I know, its childish, well sue me.

"For Godssake, Millie! Would you stop being so childish!"

"Well maybe if you stop treating me like a child, it wouldn't be hard for me to eat." Now he is getting on my nerves.

"Fine, I give up, you do it yourself. You dont really need my help do you?" He thrusts the bowl of soup towards me and I take it gingerly. My hands are still a tad weak but I manage to place the bowl on one of the pillows on my lap,so I don't have to keep holding it.

"There, wasnt so hard now was it James?" I smirk at him but he still looks annoyed.

"I was just trying to help." He grumbles.

"I know, and im sorry for making it so difficult for you, but i need to start getting used to doing things myself and not rely on others."

"Well maybe i want you to rely on me! Have you thought of that?" Now i feel bad. Great.

"No, i didnt. But if it makes you feel better, i will let you feed me." I try for a sweet smile. To my suprise he gives in easily. A little too easily for my liking.

"Ha! I win!" He sticks his tongue out at me, like a five year old.

"Now whose being childish?" I ask raising my eyebrows, disapprovingly.

"Yeah, so what? Sue me." He shrugs." Now open wide my little stubborn pumpkin". I give him a glare but do as im told. By now im too hungry to be arguing with him.

Once i finish eating we sit in silence for sometime, absorbed in our own thoughts. After James left to go get me food, my family stayed with me. Ashlee, my seven year old sister, came up with the idea that we should play a game called twenty -one questions. All i had to do was ask questions and they would answer for me. So far, i haven't regained any memories but i have a sense of what my family is like. At least thats a start. Ive learnt that my name is Millie Jone McLaine. Im eighteen years old, and my birthday was on the eighth of january, a month before the accident. My mom,Lizzie- short for Elizabeth, is a famous fashion designer. She owns Venus, one of the biggest labels in the fashion industry. My dad, Dan- short for Daniel, is an actor and has starred in quiet a few big movies. So in short, im a rich kid. Also, apperantly, im quite an arts person. At the moment, i go to Princeton Arts College and im a major in Music, Drama, Dance and Art studies. My dream is to become an artist of some sort, according to my darling Ash. Gosh, how could i forget her. She is a drama queen already but she wants to be a famous popstar. More famous than Lady Gaga, i hear. Though im not really sure who Lady Gaga is, i get the impression that she isnt famous for her sanity, hence the name.

Ashlee though, being a genious she is, suggested that on their next visit, they would bring tapes from christmas, birthdays and that sort of thing and the family photo album to help trigger my momories and make the process much quicker. Everyone thought that was a good idea, so now i just have to wait for them and see. Thinking back though on this whole amnesia thing, im not really sure how i feel about it just yet. I mean dont get me wrong but, surely its a good thing that i lost my memory; i probably wouldnt want to remember the events that led me to get into that accident and anyway, it means i can forget my past and make a future with new memories. However, i do feel bad when i have to tell people that i dont remember who they are, and the thought that i might not be the same person i was before the accident scares me a little. I dont like the thought of having to be treated diffently and having people look at me funny. I guess i will just have to suck it up and get used to it; unless i get my memory back, things are always going to be different.

I look at James now, whose zoned out, and wonder what it was that drew him to me. I guess theres only one way to find out.

"James?"

"Yeah?" He shakes out his daze, making his dark locks fall into his eyes.

"How did we meet?"