My life wasn't always trying to find trouble.  I had a perfect family once; dad, mom, and me.

We were a happy-go-family who did everything together. Well . . . . that was until that night happened. Everything i knew, 

had, and once known, was fading into nothing but lies. It happened so quick, so fast that i didn't know what was happening, until everything went black.

When my eye opened, i immediately closed my eyes because of the blinding light.  Adjusting to the light i heard beeping noises and looked at my 

surroundings, finding out that i was in the hospital.  I sat up slowly and a shocking pain shot through my head causing me to groan a little.

Squinting my eyes, i felt someone gently touch me and ask if i was okay. I opened my eyes to see my parents on each side of the bedside.

But i notice there atmosphere was a bit weird being together but I pushed it away.  

"Are you okay honey?" My mom asked. "How are you feeling Ace?"( Ace is what your dad calls you sometime.) My dad shot at me. They 

kept asking me many questions, such as: Who am I? Do you remember me? How many fingers am I holding up? and so on.

I held my hand up as another head ache started again.  Then stopped and looked at me as i asked what happened.

"You have been in a coma for 3 months now hun." My mother started carefully. It took me a while to process it, but when it did, my eyes widened

to the size of gulf balls and i asked how, why, and what happened?...

"You don't remember?" My dad looked at me worriedly. I turned to my dad and looked at him and asked, "remember what?"

To be honest, I was scared of what he was going to say to me.

"That night you . . ."