Calm. It feels calm in here. Laying down on my back on a shallow pool of water is soothing. I could spend hours laying here and just watching the days go by. My body continues to live while my mind is a blank canvas. A canvas, waiting for someone to paint on it. But the thing is, it can only be painted by me. That's not the only problem right now. The problem is that, I don't know what to paint.

Flowers? They sound right but I don't know how they used to look. I feel like I have seen them many times, but my hand is not able to paint them. The sea? Mountains? Plains? Nothing. I know that I have seen all of these, but then why can't I paint it? Why are my hands not painting the things I want to?

Because my mind is an empty place.

"Hello? Can you hear me?" An unknown voice spoke as I was brought out of my empty thoughts.

Who is it? I don't think I have ever heard another voice here. Now that I think about it, I haven't heard my own voice. How do I sound like?

"Do you think he will be okay?" A tender voice spoke this time. The voice tugged on the strings of my heart. Unknowingly, a tear slipped from my right eye. Why am I tearing up?

"Oh, he is crying." Warmth spread on my right cheek as I found my body slowly heating up. Why was my body reacting to the voices and the warmth?

"Miss, I think you might have to let him go."

Let go? Who, me? Anxiousness filled my body as I tried to move. But my body stayed still. My eyebrows frown as I tried to look down on my body. All this time, I thought that I was free and given all the freedom. But in the reality, my arms and legs were chained. I struggled as I tried to move my body even a little bit, but it was in vain.

"Who are you?! Why are you affecting me so much?!" I shouted as I pulled harder on the chains.

"He looks a bit pale, is that okay?"

The voice, it's making me anxious. It's making me want to escape from these chains.

"Please! Let me go!" My chest rose as my breath became heavy. "Let me escape from here!"

The place which I once considered to be my paradise turned out to be my worst nightmare. Tears slipped from my left eye as I continued to beg for my freedom while battling with the chains. Looking back to all the moments of here, it was never a paradise to begin with. The calm waters were a sign of my loneliness. The sky, it ran above me, as if mocking me for the freedom I didn't had.

"I miss you a lot-"

The whole place turned white as I closed my eyes shut.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I slowly opened my eyes as I was greeted by a white ceiling. I slowly rubbed my eyes, my vision getting a bit better. My body was aching badly. As if it moved after a very long time. I slowly sat up, placing the pillow according to my preference. I observed the room as I noticed other people standing a bit far away from me.

"I think you should let him go." A man in a white coat spoke to the woman in front of him. "It has been around six months. His health has had no improvement."

"How can you say that? There have been cases where people come out of coma after years." The girl beside the woman spoke up sassily. "My brother will wake up soon, I am sure of it."

"Miss, I understand what you both are going through, but please think about your son as well."

"You don't know my brother!" The girl shouted at the man angrily. "My brother isn't someone who gives up easily. He is a stubborn-"

The girl's gaze moved from the man to me as she stopped mid-sentence. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open. I felt worried about the girl.

"Are you okay?" These words slipped from my lips as everyone's eyes fell on me.

Tears filled the little girl's eyes as her lips quiver. "Brother..."

She wasted no time as she ran towards me and captured me in her embrace. "Brother!" She screamed with joy as she busted into tears. "Ah, brother! I missed you!" Her grip tightened around my body. My hands slowly patted her back as she continued to weep on my chest.

"Liam."

The girl broke the hug and moved away from me a bit as the woman slowly approached me. The woman raised her hand on my cheek, shaking as if I was fragile. I grasp her hand and kept it on my cheek as drops of tears fell from her eyes.

"Oh, Liam." She continued to caress me cheek, her warmth reaching my heart.

A sudden cough got our attention as we both looked at the person. "I have some questions which I want to ask him, can I?"

The woman looked hesitant, but moved away while nodding her head in approval. The man in the coat stood beside me, a clipboard in his hand.

"I am Doctor Rhein and I will ask you some very basic questions which you have to answer. Be honest with me." I nodded my head. "Good, so what is your name?"

"What the heck? What type of a question is that?" The girl shouted at the man.

"Miss, it would be amazing if you would stay quiet for a while." The girl scoffed and looked away.

"So, what is your name?" He repeated the question while looking into my eyes.

My....name? What was it?

"I don't know my name." Gasps were heard around the room as the man told everyone to stay silent.

"Okay, can you tell me what was the last thing you remember before you went into coma?"

Last thing I remember? What was the last thing that I saw?

"I don't remember, doctor."

The woman stubbled to the ground. The girl went to her, helping her stand up. The doctor wrote something down before getting his full attention on me.

"So, is there something that you at least remember?"

Is there something that I remember?! Anything!

Oh wait-

"4th April." I spoke as the room fell silent. "That's all I remember. I remember basic things like school, sports and work, but about the people around me—nothing."

"Hmm." The doctor wrote something as he kept his clipboard aside. "Listen carefully, okay." I nodded. "It looks like you are in shock, resulting in you not remember the things before the accident, but you still remember basic things like school and sports."

"So, I lost my-"

"You still have a chance of recovering them since the injury on your head wasn't that worse. So, you can recover your old memories."

"I can still remember them?"

"Yes, but for now you will stay in the hospital until you finally grasp your surroundings and regain some memories."

The doctor patted my shoulder. "Have some rest until then." He turned towards the woman and the girl. "Your son doesn't remember you for now, so I suppose you don't force him to much to remember you guys. He is still fragile."

The doctor exited the room, leaving me with the woman and the girl. The atmosphere turned awkward since we both didn't know what to say.

"Are you, my mother?" I politely asked as the woman nodded her head. "And you are my sister?" The girl slowly nodded her head.

I bit my lips as I tried to remember them.

"You don't have to force yourself to remember us." My sister spoke as she held my hand. "We had waited 6 months for you to wake up from the coma. We can wait for more." She smiled as her thumb caressed my hand.

"What's your name?"

"Oliver, Oliver Abiko. Your name is Liam Abiko."

The door opened as a nurse entered the room. "Sorry to interrupt, but visiting time is over."

"Ah, we will be leaving then." Mom spoke as she took a big bag and went out to the room without saying anything.

"Don't feel bad." Oliver said as if she read my mind. "She is a bit sad that you don't remember us. Don't pressure yourself. Just get better." She followed Mom before winking at me.

"Your sister is really nice." The nurse spoke as she checked my vitals.

"She has always been like that." A smile came upon my lips. "I guess I was a good brother."

"Yeah, you were."

I looked at the nurse as she had a small smile on her face. Her eyes gazed into mine before looking away.

"So, are to ready to find out about your past self?"

Was I ready to face my past self? Will I remain the same as I was before I slipped into a coma? Would I force myself to become my past self while losing who I really am? Or was the past me the real me?

The nurse kept her hand on my shoulder. "Just focus on remembering the people around you. It doesn't matter if you aren't exactly how you used to be. Okay?"

I nodded my head as she flashed me a smile.

Remembering something which you don't remember is a hard job. But maybe if I try, I might be able to remember them again. My main goal is to remember my lost memories. My forgotten memories.