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"What?" I cried, running over to the door to find the Crimson Alchemist standing in front of the TV looking confused.

"Oh, man!" Rachel cried. "It's fucking 'Game over'! Game over!" Kimblee caught sight of Ed and Al and clapped his hands together. Rachel screamed as the world went white and I was thrown back into my room and out the window. I fell at least two floors and felt part of my skull shatter as I landed on the pavement.

"Annie!" I heard someone shout as I struggled to keep consciousness. After a while of trying to keep up my strength, I heard the faint sound of an ambulance and felt someone grab my arm and pull out some shards, I cried out in pain as I heard Ling's voice.

"Don't worry, Annie." He said comfortingly, "Help is coming."

"She's not gonna..." I didn't hear the rest of what Randy said as I slipped into unconsciousness.

I woke up back in my bed, and looked around. The window wasn't broken and the door was still on its hinges. I looked at my arms and found them completely void of and scars or remnants of glass shards. I felt the back of my head and found everything alright. I dared myself to stand up and didn't fall down.

"What?" I stammered. "What happened?" I walked outside and saw Rachel and Randy sitting on my couch watching Fullmetal Alchemist on my TV.

"Hey Annie!" Rachel smiled. "You're finally awake!"

"What?" I asked. "Where's the Homunculi, Ed and Al, Ling, and Kimblee?"

"Right there." Rachel said, pointing to the TV.

"They got back?" I questioned. "What happened?"

"Annie," Randy began. "They were never here. What are you talking about?"

"Uh..." I paused. Did someone erase their memories? And what the hell happened? How did I get from being half dead on the pavement outside to being completely recovered and in my bed? "N-Never mind."

"Also," Rachel said, pointing to a taped up painting on the wall next to me. "Who made that?" I looked at where she pointed and saw a painting with a mix of different styles, none of which I could do, of everyone that had shown up in my apartment, Rachel, Randy, Sarah, and I.

I quickly took down the painting and turned it around

Never forget

"Is there some signature on it?" Randy asked.

"Yeah." I smiled. "It's mine." I walked back to my room and hung the painting up by my bed. I posted a small note next to it.

I remember

Writer's Comments

Sorry for the short ending. Hope you enjoyed the story! :)