"Is she waking up?" A kind male voice sounded far away.

"I'm not sure.. With how hard she hit her head..." A female voice countered. Why did they sound so far away? Who hit their head?

"Do you think she'll remember anything? The cops are waiting outside for questioning."

"Amnesia is a possibility, but hopefully one we can rule out.. Now, go shoo those officers away, that's rude. Our patient isn't ready."

After registering that they must be talking about me, I groaned aloud.
"Miss?" The same soft, soothing voice rang in my ears. "Miss? Are you with us?"

I blinked open my eyes that felt as if they were sealed together, a bright light nearly blinding me when I pealed them apart. I groaned, the pain in my head and ankle being a lot more than I remembered it was when I fell asleep. "Where am I?" I groaned, covering my eyes with my arm, only to notice an IV coming out of it. I'm at the hospital?

"You were brought to the emergency room last night, honey, do you remember anything?"

All of the sudden while looking around at the hospital room, it hit me full on what happened last night. I broke out into sobs, shocking the nurse completely. "No. No. No." I mumbled. I don't want to remember. I don't want it to have happened.

"Shh, it's alright, you're safe now," the nurse rubbed some of my hair back, trying to console my sobbing.

"I will find you. And I won't stop. Not until you pay for what you've done."

Ian, Mark's brother's, words replayed in my head. And that only made me cry harder. It's not okay. It's not alright. What have I done?! I looked down at my shaky hands, expecting there to be blood all over them, but they were clean and soft, not like I remembered.. "He... Is he dead?" I whispered through my tears. "Is Mark dead?!"

"Honey, I don't know, I'm sorry. I believe he's in surgery right now," she continued to attempt to comfort me.

Surgery? He's in.. surgery? Does that mean he's going to live? He's going to live. He's going to find me..

I broke out into more hysterics, clinging at my hair as if I was going to yank it out. No no no no no no no no no. This has to be a dream. I have to be sleeping. I can't be awake. This can't have happened! I started rocking myself like I normally would do, but this time slamming back with more force. Every time I would hit my already achey head, hoping to wake up from this horror of a dream.

I squeezed my eyes shut and was nearly screaming, sounding out the Nurse's yells to stop as she tried to pull me back, but I went on. I went on until either the physical and emotional pain caused me to get delirious. This is all my fault. It's my fault. It's my fault Mark is drying. My husband is dying..

"I just got work from the surgeon; the patient seems to have pulled through. He's alive." the male voice returned, shutting the door behind him, and in an instant, everything went black.

&&&&&&&&&(end of flashback)

I woke up with a jolt, knees pulled up to my chest and arms wrapped tight around myself. Fetal position. My fingers were still even tightly clenching the ring around my neck. I had to take a moment to figure out where I was, searching around frantically for Austin behind me, but just felt empty area. I sat up on my elbows and started breathing in deeply, trying to calm my hammering heart and stop the tears streaming down my face.

Where is he? Why did he leave me? I can't sleep right alone without him by my side.

I was about to get up, but I soon heard the toilet flushing and sighed in relief. I laid back down, wiping my face before I did so and waiting for Austin to come in. I smiled at him when he did and caught my eye, noticing the only clothes he had put back on were his briefs.

He gave me his dorky smile that made me feel instantly better and climbed back behind me on the couch, giving my a kiss on the shoulder before laying down. "Sorry if I woke you," he mumbled.

"It's alright, you didn't," I grabbed his hand and laced it with mine, bringing it close to me while turning around to face him, immediately burying my face in his chest. His warmth and comfort immediately lulled me to sleep, letting me forget whatever stupid nightmare I just had.

***

"Aww, Haze is crying!"

"No I'm not," I sniffled, pouting at Alan. Austin and I decided when we woke up this morning that we wanted to watch a movie. I told him he could pick and he spent a good twenty minutes trying to decide between Star Wars or a disney movie, so I helped him chose... Which resulted in Alan joining us and me crying because it was Toy Story 3.

Austin cocked his neck so he could see my face and let out a small chuckle, "Aww," he gave me a sad look and sat up, being careful not to bump me too much since my head was in his lap while my feet were in Alan's. He laughing lightly while wiping the tears from my face. "It's not even the worst part," I said, crossing my arms.

"You're so cute," Austin kissed my forehead before sinking back into his spot on the couch.

"You're such a baby," Alan teased.

"Hey! I'm pretty sure I saw tears in your eyes not too long ago, sir!"

"The only thing I'd being crying at right now is how funny this is."

"I don't know if you have noticed where my feet are, but all it takes is a simple movement to cause you immense pain." That shut Alan up and even gave him wide eyes before quickly moving so my feet weren't in reach of his crotch anymore. I laughed aloud at him while sitting up and rubbing my hands over my face quickly. "I've got to head over to my bus, Sammy and I have an interview and meet and greets in a little," I yawned, I hadn't slept well, as usual.

"Alright, I'll see you later, Haze," Austin leaned over and I didn't hesitate to pull him in for a passionate kiss. I'm not sure what compelled me to do so, but I guess I just needed to show him how much I've loved everything one more time.

"Ewww! Hey, there are other people in here"! Alan yelled, swatting at us. I laughed and broke away from Austin, pecking his lips once more before getting up. I gave Alan a quick hug and then headed out from the back of the bus. "See ya guys!" I waved to the rest of the guys then ran out, heading down to my bus.

"I am here!" I called out, swinging open the door.

"Hazeee!" Sammy jumped up from the couch and grabbed me in a hug, spinning me around. I laughed while he set me down, giving him an odd look. "I missed you," he shrugged.

"I saw you yesterday and everyday before that," I chuckled.

"Shut up," he waved his hand in front of my face and headed back over to the couch.

"Where's Kush and Izzy?" I came over and sat down next to him, watching him play on his phone.
"Fucking somewhere, probably," he shrugged again and I rolled my eyes.

"Hey Sammy..?" I twiddled with my thumbs and he looked up at me again. "Yeah?"

"I had that nightmare again.." I looked down at my feet, barely mumbling. Sammy froze and shifted so I was in better view. "What? It's been like a year since anythings come up about it.. Karen said they should have stopped when you got better.." Karen.. My nurse/therapist.

"Like hell i got better," I scoffed.

"What?" Sammy blurted out.

"Sammy, fuck! You just don't get it!" I clenched my fist, looking up to him. "I don't feel like myself.. I feel like something is missing ALL the time! Like when I'm happy, I feel like I'm not supposed to be! But I don't know why! And I'm sick of it!!"

"Haze, Karen said that was just from the amnesia," he reasoned.

"Karen also said the amnesia wore off!"

"It did."

"Then why do I still feel like this?! Why is it the only time I remember is during my sleep? My dreams?"

"Haze, you know why.."

"Oh right, because I'm fucking mental! I forgot thats what everyone believes." I crossed my arms and sunk back into the couch.

"Haze, your not mental, it's just a disorder. You went through a lot of shit," he leaned back to my level now.

"A lot of shit that doesn't make sense." I grumbled, gnawing on the inside of my lip. This was all just pissing me off. I always feel like there is a piece missing in my life. I know it has a lot to do with Mark and I guess keeping secrets, but I just can't make the feeling go away. And I hate it.

I don't want to get dark again and I don't know why I feel like I'm going to.


----(Sammy's p.o.v.)
I studied Hazel, watching as her face was filled with multiple emotions. While on the other hand, mine is just filled with worry.

I was worried she was going to do something stupid, especially when she put it together that one of our stops was in Texas.. Once she moved in with me in LA, she never even spoke about that place. It was completely off limits. Mostly because her doctor diagnosed her with amnesia the day after she woke up in the hospital. They told us it wasn't a big deal, that it would wear off because right then it was just the mind protecting itself from... well from itself. But, as it slowly started to wear off, something else set in.

Haze didn't believe us when we told her she had a mental disorder. She didn't want to believe it. She had already had major depression after living with Mark for so long and couldn't accept the fact that she had another disorder. She thought it made her a freak, but really it was just her mind trying to protect it's self again.

She remembers things, but after teaming up with her conscience, they buried her past memories, the bad ones at least, so deep that she can forget. But I'm afraid that going to Texas will help her remember, and without her therapist here, that could be bad.

Thats not even the worse part.

I'm also worried for her life. Ian is in Texas. Ian wants to find her.

Notes

(I updated yesterday but didn't like the chapter so I changed it to this, sorry if I confused you!!)

okay so a little bit of Hazel's past??

I know it's kind of confusing and random, but bare with me. I've had this planned and I'm pretty excited to write it, even if things do get a little worse before they get better.. I've dropped hints that something was coming up kind of, so what do you think will happen? I introduced two new pretty important characters right now, Mark and Ian. Although it's not very clear who they are and what's going on with them, it will be soon!!

I wasn't so sure about adding that small Sammy p.o.v. part because I didn't want to dish too much on you guys, but I think it helps clear some things up! What do you think happened to Hazel?

I love you all! update soon!