Lost

Anything could happen in the FAYZ. Without parents, who is there to control us and tell us when we are being naughty? Who is there to hide the children with powers from other prying eyes? Who is there to keep Caine in check from going completely power hungry? Who is there to keep us from dying, fighting, or killing? Who is there to protect us from the Darkness?

No one.

Children were in charge now and it's a completely different world… trust me.

Strange maze, what is this place?
I hear voices over my shoulder,
Nothing's making sense at all.
Wonder, why do we race?
When everyday we're runnin' in circles,
Such a funny way to fall.
Tried to open up my eyes,
I'm hopin' for a chance to make it alright.

I was gasping for air when someone pulled me up. My brows furrowed slightly when I looked upon the tired, yet oddly handsome face of the boy before me. My eyes took in his shark like features: sharp gray eyes, thin cruel lips, unruly sandy blonde hair, and an absolutely handsome jaw line. For some odd reason I wanted to trail my finger down his jaw, and then trace his lips. However, I shook those ridiculous thoughts out of my head when I realized I didn't even know him.

There was some excitement on his face, but I didn't really have a good look when he rammed his lips onto mine. The kiss caused momentary loss of function of my brain, but when he pulled away I remembered I still didn't know him.

When I began to move away from him, he simply moved closer and said, "Jessica?"

Jessica? Who was Jessica?

"Who's Jessica?" My eyes widened at him, but then I started to take in my surroundings and I realized I didn't even know where I was in the first place. There was some strange glowing green glob right behind me; a frightened girl crouched low in the far side of a wall, and an angry/shocked boy in front of me.

"That's funny." The boy laughed briefly. "Come on, Jessica, time to go home."

"I'm sorry, but I think you have the wrong person. I think I'll be going now," I said as I backed up against a dirt wall. I used it to pull me up, but then I paused when it hit me.

Where was I going? Did I have a home? Where was it?

"Jessica, you know that I'll drag you home if I have to," the boy growled.

"Look," I began annoyed now. "I don't know you, so you're not going to be dragging me anywhere."

'Drake, hush,' something sinister growled. I turned my eyes to the green glob, thinking that it talked, but shook my head, knowing that was ridiculous. Yet, it spoke again. 'Re-incarnating her soul must've caused her to forget everything. All her memories are gone…'

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," the boy growled as he began to uncoil a whip from his waist. No, wait…that whip was part of his arm. I covered my mouth to keep the vomit from coming out. Unfortunately, there was no way to stop the fear spreading throughout my whole body.

'Take her with you; teach her everything she has forgotten. Go, now.'

I blinked at few times at the green glowing glob, still frozen in fear; I felt something strong wrap itself around my waist and begin to drag me out.

Nothing was making sense anymore. It was all too weird; a green talking glob thing, this boy with some mutant arm, and me without a memory. This couldn't be happening. It must be a dream. Yeah that was it; it was all a dream.

When I wake up,
the dream isn't done.
I wanna see your face,
and know I made it home.
If nothing is true,
What more can I do?
I am still painting flowers for you.

I found out the boy's name was Drake Merwin, the girl from the mine was Lana, and the boy who was waiting in the car when we left the mine was Bug. Drake had left Lana out by the mines, telling her that she could walk home. I couldn't believe how cruel he was being towards her, but I was too scared and confused to say anything to him.

The boy who was already in the car, Bug, got out and let me sit in the passenger seat next to Drake. At first, I declined. Then I felt Drake's cold stare on me, making me take up the offer. The car ride was tense and very quiet. I felt very uncomfortable sitting next to someone like Drake; his presence alone was frightening, not to mention that weird hand of his. After a few extra minutes of silence, Drake broke it with a snarl.

"I don't believe it, Jessica." He glanced over at me. "You're playing a joke on me. Just stop, it's not funny anymore."

"I'm sorry, but I'm not joking," I said feebly. "I wish I was, but I'm not-"

He cut me off angrily as he turned sharply down a road. "Cut the crap! You know who you are, and you know who I am! Stop being so fucking cruel, bitch!"

"I'm not a bitch!" I cried out as I fell over from the sharp turn. "Please, just believe me. I'm not lying, or joking!"

"Whatever, bitch," he growled as his grip tightened around the steering wheel. I sat back and sighed, knowing the conversation was over for now. I understood why he still didn't believe me and I didn't blame him. Hell, when he told me everything that happened earlier on our way out of the mine I didn't believe him. I just couldn't, the whole thing was absolutely absurd.

Apparently, I died in some battle and then was brought back to life by the green glob. I was still waiting to wake up from this dream; although I doubted I would ever wake up.

We arrived at Coates Academy, a beaten up school that looked like it went through hell. I frowned as Drake drove up to the front entrance, killed the engine, and growled at me to get out. I did as he told me, so that he wouldn't use that freaky whip thing on me.

I walked into the building right behind him, but ran into an anxious looking girl. She was very pretty even though her face was set in a tight scowl. Drake, on the other hand, didn't seem to be very taken with her though. Upon seeing her he snarled, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"None of your business," she snapped back as she looked up at him. Her eyes burning with anger at him, but widened in shock when they turned to me. I smiled weakly at her and said, "Hi."

"Jessica?" she stated, still shocked. "But…how? You're dead…I saw you dead on the ground just last night! Drake, what is going on?"

"That is none of your business." He mocked her shrill voice. Drake looked at me for a few seconds before shaking his head and turning his back to the girl. "Plus, it's not even Jessica. She lost her memory of just about everything. She doesn't even remember her own name."

"Oh?" There was a sudden change in the girl's attitude. She walked over to me with a smile. "Hi, I'm Diana Ladris. I was your best friend. Actually, we're closer than friends are. We were almost like sisters."

This got a cruel laugh from Drake. "You got to be fucking kidding me. Even she knows that's not true."

I glanced between Diana and Drake, unsure of which one I was supposed to believe; the boy who had threatened me countless times on the drive to this place, or the girl who seemed harmless. I chose the girl.

"If we were such great friends," I began as I inched closer to her. "Do you mind telling me who I am. What was I like?"

"Oh, of course, sweetie," she said with a sad smile. She put a hand on my shoulder, as if comforting me. "Your name is Jessica Vasquez. You were the sweetest little thing on this planet, so kind and generous. A true American sweetheart…you even tried to change our poor Drake over there. You see, he's mentally ill. You know, something not right up in that head of his. I warned you that nothing would work, but you tried anyways because of your sweet little heart. However, he was a lost cause, and now your ex-boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?" I frowned when I turned my eyes to him. He shot me a dirty look, but looked at Diana.

"Liar!" He snarled. Then he turned back to me and advanced on me. "Jessica was anything but sweet and kind. She wasn't even like that in bed! She was a strong, stubborn bitch who knew what she wanted. She didn't wear make-up, or dress up in little cute clothes. She liked knives, horror movies, and all things dark. That is who Jessica really was, but you're not her."

Those gray eyes looked deep within mine, as if searching for something, yet he turned his eyes away as he began walking away disappointed. I watched sadly, wishing I knew what I could do, but nothing struck me as familiar. Not his kiss, his eyes, or his touch…nothing was even remotely familiar to me.

Holdin' my clutch,
Even my heart,
Wish we could start all over.
Nothing's makin' sense at all.
Tried to open up my eyes,
I'm hopin' for a chance to make it alright.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, startling me out of my thoughts. Looking up, I met with the dark eyes of Diana. She smiled at me. "Would you like me to give you a tour of Coates Academy since you've lost all your memories? Meanwhile, I could sum up everything that has happened so far in the FAYZ."

"FAYZ?" I frowned as we began walking in a different direction.

"Yep," she sighed, no longer looking at me. "The FAYZ…where anything can happen…"

I nodded at her with a ghost of a smile on my lips. There was a small silence between us before Diana broke it with a question. "So, you honestly can't remember anything?"

"Not a single damn thing," I sighed tiredly. Looking up I saw Diana smirk at me, causing me to raise an eyebrow at her. For some reason, in the back of my mind, I didn't trust her. I wasn't sure why, but I just didn't. Yet, apart from the scary boy, Drake, she was all I had for now.

Yet, I didn't dwell on that for long when Diana started the tour. After a few hours of wandering through Coates, Diana and I finally reached the dorm rooms. My feet were dead tired, making me extremely happy that we had made it to the dorm section.

"Okay, well," Diana said as we came to an abrupt stop. I looked up at her, waiting for her to go on. "You must be extremely exhausted. Just pick a room to rest and relax in. There are a whole bunch, so have fun picking. My room is at the very end if you need anything."

I nodded at her before making my way down the hallway. Halfway down, I stopped in front of a door that was vaguely familiar to me. I wasn't sure how I could possibly find this door different from the hundreds of others, but it just was. With a small smile, I rested my hand on the door knob for a few moments before opening it, and walking in.

When I wake up,
the dream isn't done.
I wanna see your face,
and know I made it home.
If nothing is true,
What more can I do?
I am still painting flowers for you,
I am still painting flowers for you.

I didn't believe Diana at first when she said all the parents were gone. Then again, it didn't really matter much to me since I couldn't even remember who my parents were. Well, I knew I had parents, but when I tried to remember them, all I saw were bodies without faces. That's how all the people in my past life were to me now: bodies without faces, places without titles, and a girl without reason. It was all a big blur to me.

I leaned back in a bed that felt vaguely familiar to me. It was warm, soft, and had a certain feel to it, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Before I could think about it anymore, a harsh, cold voice snapped, "What do you think you're doing here?"

I sat up instantly and looked over at the door, only to see a very angry Drake. "Well, I was just resting for a little bit. Is that wrong?"

"In my bed, yes," he sneered.

"Oh, Diana didn't tell me this was your room." I shrugged as I got off the bed. With my eyes turned to the ground, I headed towards the door. Drake was still standing in the doorway, blocking my way out, but he didn't move when I reached the door.

At first, I didn't look up at him. I stared right into his chest, waiting for him to move. Eventually, he did move, but before I walked out, I said weakly, "I'm sorry…"

I closed the door behind me and stood there for a few seconds before walking down the hallway with my head down and shoulder's drooping forward.

I wished I would just wake up already.

I heard everything you said,
I don't wanna lose my head,
When I wake up,
the dream isn't done.
I wanna see your face,
and know I made it home.
If nothing is true,
What more can I do?
I am still painting flowers for you,
I am still painting flowers for you.

Well, there you have it folks! The sequel~! Like it? Yay or nay? Review, tell me what you think! Pwease~

I do not own the Gone series or the song Painting Flowers by All Time Low ^_^

Oh, and thank you to Caris for looking over the chapter and making sure it's at an okay pace ^^" Heh thank you sweetie~