I've got you.

“Lily, you can go now,” the doctor explains. I stand up from the bed and walk towards my loving mother who had not been home since I was admitted to hospital. She really did care about everything. I got dressed when the left the room and when I left I saw the doctor explaining some things to my mother in detail.

I overheard words such as amnesia, force, memory, loss, medication.

I walk in and I nod to say let’s go, I didn’t really want to speak much, I was still in pain, but at least my crutches and wheelchair had gone. I had been here for four months now, learning to walk and write all over again. If I am honest, it wasn’t too hard but my brother helped a lot so I had him to thank for it all.

I thanked the doctor by bowing and headed straight to my mom’s car. I got in the passenger side and waited for her to start the car up. I put my mixed CD on and I listened intently to the songs that came on whilst looking out the window. I couldn’t remember ever hearing these songs before but after the second play of the CD I knew most of the words.

“Do you remember these songs now?” My mother asked.

I shake my head and then bow to say sorry. My mother understands. I think in my head ‘I like this song, I’ll get this as my ringtone.’

“Lily, you do realise we have to go back to Korea now?” I look at her, as she parks the car on the driveway of our English countryside cottage. “We only paid for five months whilst you were getting better and you father only had half a year off, so we should start moving and getting you two back to school.”

I nod at her. “You’re going to get a flight with your brother tomorrow and you start school on Monday, we are still living at the old house so your brother should be okay in finding it.”
She looks at me and I look back puzzled “Your father and I are going to pack some stuff up and come in a month or two, your brother and his friends will look after you, don’t worry.”
I get out of the car and am greeted by my brother who hugs me and strokes my hair.

“Welcome back JiJi.” I hug my dad too but my brother pulls me away and says, “Let’s start packing.” I nod in agreement and we run up stairs together. I loved my brother too much, he was three years older than me and he was just going into his last year of university and I was in the last year of high school. We were really close in fact I’d say he was my best friend. I helped him pack everything apart from a nice set of clothes to show off his airport fashion then we continued to do the same with my things. Looking at our outfits for the airport, we’d definitely outshine some people there, we would look really cool and people would mistake us for celebrities. I smiled as he put my bowler hat on and scarf. I took it off him and put it back on my bed. Just then my stomach rumbled.

He laughed loudly and stood up and offered his hand out to me, I took it. He pulled me up to my feet and went downstairs.

“Mom, just taking JiEun, I mean Lily, to the restaurant, she’s hungry, I’ve got my money don’t worry we’ll be back soon.” My mother agreed, she had no choice I was already being pushed out the door before she could say anything. He linked arms with me and we strolled down the street in style at the end of our road was a small Korean restaurant so we walked in and was greeted by the old woman who owned it.

“JiEun, JiHo, what can I do for you guys today?”

“Ajumma, JiEun’s just got out of hospital so can we have an extra big feast and a lot of herbal things to make her feel strong.” JiHo says.

“Of course, anything for you two, I’m glad you are okay, here take a seat. I’ll bring it out to you.”

We sat down and the songs were playing in the background when all of a sudden the one I recognised off the CD came on. Before I knew it I was silently smiling to myself.

“Do you recognise this song yet unnie?” JiHo asks me. I shake my head but I really feel like there is something about this song, like it was written for me, every word is something I’ve heard before but I have no idea where it has come from.

Ajumma brings out the food and sits with us. “JiEun-ah, how are you?” I look up at her and she seems vaguely familiar but I cannot recognise her.

“She hasn’t spoken a word for four months she only nods or shakes her head. I’m going to stay by her side until she gets better completely recovers, but we are leaving tomorrow going back to Korea, finish off our schooling,” JiHo says.

I think, It’s not that I don’t know how to speak, I just don’t know what to say without hurting anyone or myself. I absolutely cannot say anything that would hurt anyone. Wait, if that’s all I am thinking about maybe it’s happened before, is that why I can’t remember anything. Is that why that song doesn’t seem familiar other than the times I’ve played it in the car.

I begin to eat and ajumma leaves the table. “JiEun, why don’t you talk anymore?” I just stare at him unwillingly. “Why do you always look so tired and sad? I need you to be happy.”

I nod and continue to eat, I hadn’t ate since yesterday as the food at the hospital wasn’t the best and I could barely stomach it. We finished eating and JiHo went to pay but he was stopped by ajumma “I’ll pay since this is the last time we will see each other.” I go over and shake her hand and bow, it’s respectful and as much as I want to say thank you I can’t.

We walk back home, JiHo put his earphones in and the other in my ear, he plays a band, they all sound familiar and it’s not until that song comes on. He begins singing to it “Forever young shorty, forever young, forever young shorty forever young.” The song is so catchy and it takes me a lot of effort not to join in. I nod and smile as JiHo dances around smiling and singing.

When we get back I have a shower and get ready to sleep I turn on my Korean news and watch it before I go to sleep. In the morning I wake up and get ready to go to the airport with JiHo. I hug mom and dad goodbye and they tell me they’ll see me in one month. I get through the security and make my way to my seat in the plane next to JiHo. I fall asleep and when I wake we are only half an hour away from the landing stage. I get up and go to the toilet and then sit down preparing myself for the landing. In half an hour I’ll be back in Korea.

After the plane had landed and JiHo walked up and got our bags, I soon followed. We pulled our bags through the airport and we reached the departure gates and I walked out to smell the fresh Seoul air. Me and JiHo walked towards the taxi and got in, my brother gave the address and within half an hour we were at our old house.

I pulled my suitcase to the door and wondered in. I could just about remember the times I had with JiHo but that was it. I couldn’t even recall my mom or dad being here. I sat down on the sofa that was in the living room and I sank right into it. I was beginning to feel more at home, JiHo has gone upstairs to unpack and check his room was still intact, as he had left the house in the care of his friends. I got up and pulled my bag and suitcase over my shoulders and headed to my old bedroom, one thing I still remembered. I began to empty my stuff and put them away and I realise my room hadn’t changed at all, apart from the fact I had fresh flowers in the vase, pink roses, my favourites.

Just then JiHo walked in, and I nodded and pointed toward the flowers which sat happily on my windowsill. “I didn’t put them there if that’s what you mean?” He walked off muttering “I wonder if it was Mark?” I don’t think I was supposed to hear him, but I did.

Who’s Mark, and why would he put flowers in my room? It was getting to be late afternoon so I decided to start cooking, I put some rice in the cooker and made some side dishes along with some meat. It didn’t take too long but it smelt delicious. I put it out on the table and went to get JiHo and pulled him down with me to eat.

“Mmm, it looks delicious Dongseng. Thanks.”

We began eating. It was Sunday and I’d be going to school tomorrow, after we finished we washed and put everything away then I went upstairs and found my old uniform, I tried it on but I felt like I should get a new uniform. I took out my phone and text JiHo “Oppa, can we go and get me a new uniform, it feels weird to wear my old one.”

A few minutes later he replied “Of course, shall we get our hairs done and your nails etc? Make you look super pretty for when you get to school?”

“Okay I’ll get ready.”

“Be in the car in 30 minutes.” I looked at the time it was two o clock on a Sunday, there wouldn’t be much going on and most shops close at four.

I get down to the car with fifteen minutes to spare, and JiHo was a couple of seconds behind me we got to the store and bought the uniform pretty quickly, I bought some new shoes and stuff for my hair, JiHo then took me to the salon and we got our hair done together and I got my nails done. It was already six o clock. So we went back and got an early night after watching some drama that I hadn’t been able to catch up on in the hospital.

By nine o clock I was in bed fast asleep. It felt nice being back in Seoul, even though it made a very big change from the small hospital bed I was in the past four months trying to recover from whatever accident I had. I don’t remember much anymore, but I am going to have to cope. I know how to speak, I just choose not to. I didn’t get much sleep due to the nightmares of the black car coming towards me.

Notes

I decided to start a different fanfiction just to get me back into the mood of writing I choose Got7 as I'm still not sure who my bias is, it is hard to choose between Jackson/Mark/BamBam/JB I really am not sure.

I hope you enjoy this as much as people have enjoyed my other fanfictions.