~*POV Mike*~

It's been a week since I lost everything, I've been in the hospital for a week. If it weren't for my amnesia I would've been home by now... But I had to have multiple tests ran on my brain, there was nothing really wrong with it. The doctors are confident that someday I'll get my memory back, with the help of medication of course.

I'm on a very experimental drug that supposedly refuels the cells in the part of the brain that are linked to memory. I learned that amnesia is caused by lack of blood flow to certain parts of the brain. I'm lucky, they tell me, that that was the only part of my brain that was effective, I could be so much worse. But I don't feel lucky, I feel sad mainly. I want to know what kind of person I am, I want to remember everything I've been through. I think a lot about the people that could've been in my life before... Did I have a family? Friends? Maybe I have a best friend, maybe he or she is worried about me, and here I am, with no memory of them...

The medicine did help a little bit though... I remembered my first name, my name is 'Mike' I don't know if it's short for something and I don't know my last name. I wish I had remembered that instead, I could easily find some family with a last name...

I sighed, but at least I'm out of here today... Even though I have nowhere to go... But I guess anywhere's better than here...

"Mike! Ready to go!" Jenna exclaimed, opening the door to my room, "I brought you some clothes. My friend Jake is about the same size as you so these are his!"

"Thanks Jenna!" I said, smiling widely at her. I got out of bed slowly, even though I was a lot better than before, my bodies still a bit tender... I walked over and took the bag from her. I examined the contents to find a pair of skinny jeans, a black shirt with a dreamcatcher on it and a pair of black toms. I shrugged and walked to the bathroom to change.

Once I changed, I came back out to find Jenna sitting down on the side of the bed. She smiled slightly when she looked at me, "You look good," she said.

I couldn't help but blush a bit and return the smile, "Could you do me a favor and sign me out? With the amnesia I can't just go..." I said, trailing off at the end of my sentance.

"Of course," she said, chuckling slightly, "Since you probably don't have anywhere to go you can stay with me for as long as you need..."

"Thank you so much!" I exclaimed, running over to hug her. She laughed a bit before hugging me back. Her tiny frame fit perfectly with mine, hell I wasn't much bigger, just a lot taller.

"I own a small music store with my friends Jake, Cam and Whakaio and we could always use a hand," she said, "And you're going to need money..."

"Are you offering me a job?" I asked, hopeful. I haven't given up on getting my memory back yet, but it would be nice to support myself in the process...

"If you want it..." she said, smiling at me.

I hugged her again, this time I picked her up and spun her around. She laughed and blushed when I put her down, "I'd love it!"

~*POV Tony*~

I rolled out of bed and onto the floor. What's the point of getting up? I laid there for about 15 minutes before getting up and walking to the kitchen, careful to close my eyes when I walked past 'his' room.

I made it to the living room and found I was the only one up. Of course I was, it's only 7 am... But why torture myself by sleeping? I've only been getting a few hours, and they were plagued with nightmares... I walk through the living room and into the bathroom, time for some relief...

I stammered over to the toilet and sat down in front of it. I snaked my arm around the base until I reached my little hiding place... I lifted the broken tile up and retrieved my trusty best friend, my blade. Even when the world around me is broken and destroyed, my blade is always here, and I need it. More now than I ever had before, even in the beginning...

I take off my pants and find a clean spot on my upper right thigh. I firmly press the blade against my skin and pull as hard as I can muster with the little strength I have. The pain is a reminder that I fuck up everything, I deserve it. But at the same time, I feel amazing as I'm doing it, I feel free. Like I'm getting rid of everything bad inside me.

I watch the blood drip down my leg. A thin red stream, leading up to the cut, which had a few more drops of blood bubbling to the surface, waiting for their turn to be free. I wasn't satisfied with just one though. No, I'm greedy, I want more, so I give myself just that. Four more cuts, varying in size and depth, all of them bleed though, all of them hurt and all of them help.

I refuse to remember the reason for my misery. Remembering 'him' makes it so much worse...

Notes

All the shit about what causes amnesia is completely legit I googled it. Every time I have to use the word 'that' twice in a row I feel like I'm breaking the english language...

To be honest the real storyline hasn't even like started yet... So for a while you'll be getting updates that focus on one event. Then a time skip, then another event. This will go on until I get to the point in time where I feel like I can start the intended storyline.

Title Cred: My Chemical Romance (I fucking love them ok?)