"Question, Who Am I?" || Private with @Prince_Taehyungie ||

In the room, the family members still there thought of things to do, wondering if her memories could ever be recovered. They were all crushed that their daughter couldn't remember them or even herself, but they weren't giving up on trying to get her back. They weren't going all denial crazy, but they still weren't going to think that this was permanent until it was proven to be. Optimism and trying their hardest to make her comfortable back at home while they try to recover her memories was the best option they had in a situation like this. Even if they couldn't get her memories back, they could restore her personality, reintroduce everyone, and create new ones. They'd rather have her back, but they'd take what they could get.

Yasmine had no interest in turning around. In fact, she had no interest in stopping. She'd run until she escaped this reality. That or she couldn't go any further. Her face was tear-stained, and tears were still falling, some hitting the ground. Occasionally there was an audible sob, but no stopping. She kept running, desperately trying to escape something that she couldn't, for it was real.

(Just wrote the family's thoughts so this wasn't revolving around Yasmine.)

(Yeah, I do too, but if I'm good at writing anything, it's characters suffering and being in denial… I've…um…written far too many role plays were people almost die…and one like this…except the person closest to the one whose memories ended up being lost was their boyfriend… Who let me write stuff?)

Yasmine didn't say anything, trying to get out of his grasp. She would be completely silent if she wasn't sobbing. She didn't want to listen. She didn't want to believe this was real. She gave up on running, though. She couldn't get all that far with tears completely clouding her vision and sobbing breaths. She gave up on that, but she didn't say anything or even look at Jackson. She just couldn't handle it.

(The plots were intentional, but I'm still the kind to cry if I do kill someone off. Also, that is basically how I write. It's a combination of angst and fluff…and a lot of me feeling the characters' emotions if I get too far into it.)

Yasmine finally turned around and looked at him, but she had no intention of speaking. There was no point in voicing her disbelief, and her voice was completely broken from crying, anyway. It would be almost impossible to understand her even she wanted to talk, so she just didn't bother. She wasn't in the mood and it would be hard to understand her. However, just looking into her eyes showed how much this affected her, more than the crying and denial combined did.

She simply nodded in response, not knowing what else she could do in the situation. She still didn't want to speak, and she didn't want to believe anything, but she didn't want to be stubborn to the point that she became the villain and everyone turned against her, so she just went with what Jackson said without trying to make some form of argument. She knew he had good intentions, even if she didn't see them as good in her state.

(I've noticed that you've been active here and there today, so hi.)

(Sorry. I felt lowkey ignored, but hey, I've made two people delete their accounts to stop role playing with me, got kicked out of my own rp forum's plot, and have killed multiple role plays, sooo…I'm kinda insecure about my skills. Again, sorry.)

They were both thankful that she could at least go home the next day. That brought a slight amount of hope to the situation, but not much. It would take a while before anyone would be fully okay with the new life and trying to get things close to somewhat normal, knowing that the likelihood of things returning to normal as if this never happened was near impossible.

(This time I was just asleep. Sorry.)

The next day never seemed to come for a while. With everything going on, it was hard for any of them to sleep, the hours dragging on. Eventually most of them managed to fall asleep, and with that, the next day finally came. The day that they could try getting things into a somewhat normal state had finally come, and all they wanted was to try and make things okay again, to make everything normal.

Of course Yasmine was awake. She couldn't bring herself to fall asleep as she finally started to accept reality. A lot of the night was simply spent crying from a mixture of rage, fear, sadness, and even self-hate. It was hard for her to hate people, but she hated whoever caused the accident, whoever took Jackie's memories away from her. Where the self-hatred came in was guilt. She could've easily stopped Jackie from leaving until the party had ended. She felt responsible. The rest simply came with the situation.

As soon as she got the text that the others were there, she put a pair of shoes on before leaving the house. She couldn't bother trying to fix herself up. She didn't want to. Exhausted from crying, she stepped into the car, her hood up and hiding her clearly unpresentable face, hiding the tears that were continuing to fall.

After a few minutes, they were taken back to Jackie's room, once again greeted with confusion the moment she saw them. They expected that, though, as they knew that she no longer had any idea of who they were, not even with any idea of who she herself was. Everything until waking up after the accident was a blank. While everyone else in there would've given anything to get her memories back, they knew that it would take time if the unlikely event was to even occur. Even so, they tried explaining just enough so she'd be comfortable going home with them. They wanted her back, and whether they could fully get her back or could only reintroduce her to everyone and make new memories, this was a start.

(I was out shopping. Sorry!!! Also, should I be concerned about your username?)

Her family explained to her that she would be coming home with them since she was a part of their family. They tried making her as comfortable as possible, but they knew it would be hard when they were nothing more than complete strangers to her at that point. Still, they eventually convinced her to come with them, and soon enough, they were on their way back home.

(I didn't know if it was to match someone or to express your emotions, hence the concern.)

"Hey…if you don't mind…could you drop me off at my house…?" Yasmine asked a bit into everyone trying to get Jackie comfortable in her house again. "I feel really out of place… She's not my family… I shouldn't even be here… If our friendship dies…it dies…but I don't care… If she changes…she changes… Just take me home, please… This is your moment…not mine… She needs to remember you more than anyone… I'm not even important…so why would I need to be here…?" It was clear she was feeling guilty and like she was intruding, so she wanted to go home, to cry, to scream, to scold herself for this, to just let it all out away from other people, without feeling like she's making things about her.

(That's good. :) I'm lonely… My friend brought up love…so now I just feel forever single again…)

"I'm not even family… Besides…personalities can change… Brain damage can do things like that… I should just get used to the Jackie I knew being gone… At least I never told her what I wanted to before it… It would've only crushed me more… Now that can die with me… I'll find my own way back home… I'm leaving…" Yasmine then bolted out the door. She couldn't take it. She didn't want to start crying and make everything about her, so she left.

(Forever alone! Haha…it's a feeling that I hate… I thought I found my soulmate…but quarantine was too much…and I hurt her…and we broke up… God…I still hate myself for that…)

Yasmine was just running out the door, not really paying attention to anything or trying to exist in reality. All she wanted was to go far away from there. She said she was heading home, but she was running wherever at this point, not knowing if she wanted to be at her house with everything that was going on. She just couldn't take anything that was happening any longer.

(I…um…have a few reasons to not like myself. Don't get me wrong, I love myself, but I have things I hate. My toxicity, my lack of personality (according to most), and my lack to talent, to name the big ones. How am I supposed to find someone like this?)

Yasmine honestly didn't want to listen. She would keep running until she couldn't, but eventually tripped over something, not being able to see through her tears, and then she just sat on the ground. She gave up on running away, so she just sat there and cried. She had to let her emotions out and she was done running away, so she just let them out then and there.

(Hmm…I'm bad at art, singing, writing, everything except being smart, and that's not a talent… Also, my only personality traits to people are that I like k-pop and that I'm a demon… People..)

Yasmine was immediately wondering how this wasn't her fault. She easily could've prevented her friend from leaving before the party had ended, and then the accident wouldn't have happened, and she'd still have her best friend with all of her memories by her side, but no, she let her leave. All she said was, "But it is my fault…"

(I really don't see myself as talented…or kind…but hey…when you make someone who you love wanna hurt themselves…why would you see yourself in that way..? I'm not forgiving myself for this…)

"My name's Yasmine…but that's not important… All I did was cause you to get into an accident which took your memories and could've taken your life…" Yamine said. She sure had a hard time getting over everything, and it didn't seem like she would be forgiving herself soon. "I just don't wanna hurt you more than I already have… I'm just…I'm really sorry for everything I've done…"

(I think I might be writing my own issues with forgiving myself in as Yasmine's issues. Different circumstances, same problem. Welp-)