I open my eyes and see little pieces of blue sky peeking out at me from between the tall trees that surround me. I sit up slowly, my aching bones creaking and adding to the noises of the forrest. I feel something wet on my forehead, and instinctively bring my hand up to my head to wipe it away. When I bring it back down, it is covered with blood. My head spinning, I try to remember where I am. My eyes pan the trees around me, looking for anything that would spark a memory. There is a tree, and there is another tree, and there is another, all around me it all looks the same. A branch snaps somewhere behind me and I gasp and turn to see what it was. Frightened, I get to my feet, stumbling and unsteady. I feel as if the ground beneath my feet is moving, but somehow I manage to stay upright. Looking down, I realize that the dress that I am wearing is torn to bits, and that my head isn't the only thing that is bleeding. My feet are bare, and as I go to take a step, I get a shooting pain in my right leg that sends me tumbling back down into the dirt. I cry out in pain, with a vain hope that someone will come and help me. I try and get up again, and grab a tree for support as I hobble aimlessly through the woods. I can feel the fatigue waiting me down more and more with each step. I don't know how I manage it, bit miraculessly I find the edge of the woods, and my feet rejoice at the wonderfully soft feeling of the grass. With nothing left to support me, I fall back on the ground, and instantly enter into a deep and dreamless sleep.

I blink my eyes several times before actually coming to this time. The place where I am laying is so snug and comfortable that I roll over and wish to go back to sleep. I pull the silky blankets up over my eyes to gaurd them from the light that is oozing in  the window. Almost asleep again, I suddenly  remember that when I fell asleep I had been outside. My eyes fly open and I sit upright in the bed. I am in a bedroom, one that I have never seen before. The walls are painted a light pink color, and the curtains that hung by the window were a pale pink to match. There was a brown wooden dresser sitting in the corner, along with a few stuffed animals and a full-length mirror. On the other side of the room, there was a thick-cushioned comfy-looking chair facing a giant wide-screen TV. Above me there is a simple ceiling fan with a light on it. I look down at the bed I'm in, and drop the pink blanket out of my hands as quickly as if it had burned me. My tattered dress has been replaced with  a white silk nightgown, and I have been all cleaned up and my wounds bandaged.

I hear the sound of footsteps and cower back under my covers. The door directly in front of me creeks open slowly, and a guy walks in. The first thing I see of him is one of his bare feet, then the hand on the door that is pushing it open. His face pops in next, his eyes meeting my frightened ones. His eyes were the most beautiful aqua color I have ever seen, but it hardly helped the fact that he was a complete stranger bursting into a room where I was dressed in nothing but a little old nightgown that wasn't even my own. When he sees I'm awake, he smiles and pushes the door open fully. In his left hand he held a tray with  a bowl of hot soup on it. As the smell of chicken noodle reach my nostrils, I realized I was starving and graciously accepted the small meal. The boy smiled at me and asked my name. Overtaken with hunger, I didn't answer right away.

"You do have a name, don't you?" he laughed.

"Why of course I have a name, crétin." I snapped. "My name is..." It is the strangest thing, but the more I think about it, the more I realize I don't know. I don't know anything. All I can remember is waking up in the woods, and then waking up here. I don't know where I am, I don't know where I'm from, it is as if my life started only yesterday. "I can't remember..."

"Your name?" He asked, concerned.

"Anything." I replied, looking up into his eyes. We gaze into each other's eyes for a while, each wondering who the other really is.

The moment is interuppted by someone else coming in to the room. It is a girl, a little younger than myself (altough I cannot remember my exact age) with long dark hair. She had a kind, round face, and loving green eyes. "Is she awake y-" She stopped abruptly when she saw me sitting up in my bed. "How are you feeling? Did you sleep well? Are you comfortable?"

"Don't bombard her with questions, Kaci. She has amnesia."

"Oh, you poor thing!" She cries, coming to my side. She looks so young, yet she acts so mature. "Are you still hungry? Would you like anything else?"

"I... I am fine." I say, trying to comprehend how I possibly could have lost all my memories.

"When my sister first brought you in, we thought you weren't going to make it. But Kaci here is a pretty good doctor."

"Doctor?" There is no way this girl is a doctor! She is just too young!

"Not a real doctor." She said, seeing the look of surprize on my face. "Just good at fixing things, that's all." She smiled. "Now, we can't just go around calling you 'the girl' all the time. Is there a certain name you would like to be called?"

I shake my head, unable to really think of any names, let alone a name that I would call myself.

"How about Fleur?" The boy asked after a while.

"Fleur?" His sister asked.

"It's the only French word I know." He responded.

"Why French? What's it mean, anyway?" She asked.

"Flower." I responded automatically.

"You speak French?" she asked.

"I... I guess I do. Je parle français." I smile, happy to at least remember something. "Je parle bien le français."

"That's the first time she's smiled since you found her, Kaci." he said.

Kaci smiles kindly at me. "Well, you're welcome to stay with us as long as you like, Fleur."

I smile, and then she offers to show me around. Uncomfortable being seen in my night clothes by a guy I don't know, I ask if I can get dressed first. She smiles, and shoos her brother out of  the room. Then she walks with me over to the dresser. It was filled with magnificent looking dresses, most of them in various shades of pink. "I hope you don't mind pink. It's my favorite color." She fished through the dresses and brought out this glittery poofy princess looking dress and holds it up to me. Pink and poofy doesn't really appeal to me, but apparently I don't have much of a choice in the matter. My leg is still sore, and Kaci has to help me get dressed. When I get some money, the first thing I am going to do is buy some new clothes.

Kaci then decides she wants to show me around the rest of the house. Limping, I loop my arm around hers and she shows me around. When we run into her brother again, he smiles at me and says, "Pink is totally your color."

"Laugh at me and I will coupé your gorge." He laughs, but I laugh harder because I know he has no idea what I just said. Then I am introduced to their younger sister and the reason that Kaci acts the way she does. She is about five years old, and she has the same beautiful eyes as her brother's. Her name was Emiklo, and Kaci explained that their mother couldn't decide between Emily and Kloey and so just decided to combine the two. She then went on to explain how their mother had been very sick at the time she had gotten pregnant, and that the baby was at a very high risk. Not to mention the fact that she was nearing 40 years old and it had been a very long time since she'd had her last child. The doctors told her that it was either her or the baby, and well, she chose Emiklo. She died only a week after giving birth to her, and Kaci has raised her ever since. Their dad wasn't ever much of a dad, and after their mother died, he blamed Emiklo and abandoned them. Kaci was only 14 at the time, and her brother had been 16. They had to grow up pretty darn fast. Her brother had gone out and gotten a job, and Kaci had stayed home to take care of the baby.

"Well, it's not much, but that's our little home." Kaci said, as she finished showing me around the place.

"I think it's luxueux et magnifique." I said, beaming. Apparently, they had once lived in a much bigger place, with everything they could have ever dreamed to have, but once their parents were gone, well, they could only take so much with them.

"I take it that's good?" Kaci giggled.

"It's great." I agreed.