Who was I? It seems like it should be such a silly question, but I honestly didn't remember who I was or what happened. The only image that presented itself when I tried to remember was two amethyst eyes. I couldn't even remember the rest of the face those eyes belonged to, it was just those eyes that were engrained in my head.

There was a beeping off to my side, the right one, I think. Not too long after, or maybe they'd already been there, people started filling the room. Most of them messed around with the equipment around me, but one, the only one not in, what were they called? Scrubs? That sounds right. The only one who wasn't dressed in scrubs stood off to the side, a look of both fear and relief on his face.

He was a middle aged man and was slowly balding. Something told me I should recognize him as someone important to my life, but I didn't have a clue who he was. Was he possibly my dad? Why can't I remember these things? He wore simple jeans and a brown shirt with some design I couldn't quite make out. It looked out of place for some reason; for some reason it felt like my father would be more prone to something almost obnoxiously bright, like a neon orange.

A few minutes later, the doctors left, saying something about pain killers that might be screwing with my head for a few more hours. I was left with a man I didn't remember, but supposedly knew.

"You scared me half to death there Ricky." Ricky? Was that my name? Or a nickname of sorts? It didn't feel right though. Only the y at the end felt even remotely like it belonged. "We didn't think you were going to make it through after that crash; hell, we thought you were dead there for a minute." I could tell he'd been worried sick, but it felt like a car crash should have been nothing compared to what I'd been through before, but that had to just be a side effect of the drugs, right?

"I...I don't remember." I couldn't think of anything else to say, but the statement only added to the worry on the man's face.

"You don't remember the crash?" I could tell a part of him was hoping it was just the crash I couldn't remember, but that wasn't the case.

"I can't remember the crash or anything else. My name, my life, anything. I don't remember." I was frustrated, but it felt natural for me to try and keep my anger from keeping itself known, almost as if there was some secret my anger could unknowingly reveal. What secret that could be, I didn't have a clue, but there was something I was used to having to hide.

"They told me this might happen, you did hit your head pretty hard. It's okay Rick, we'll figure this out. Hopefully it won't be permanent." He tried to give me a reassuring smile, but I could see the worry still resting behind those tired eyes. "Is there anything you remember? Anything at all?"

I nearly shook my head to tell him no, then I realized that would be a lie. "Just a pair of amethyst eyes." I couldn't tell what he thought of that answer. He was surprised, but I couldn't tell if he thought such a minor thing was good or not.

But really, who did those eyes belong to?

I played hooky for a few days after the last time I saw Danny, but after three missed days from school my mother finally cared enough to force me to go back. Appear entry feeling light headed only gets you so far in my mother's book.

Throughout the day, I was vaguely aware of the story going around about one of the boys in the wrestling team and how he'd been in a really bad car crash. Normally, I wouldn't have cared, but the fact that the crash happened on the same day as I'd last seen Danny had grabbed my attention. Then, I heard that it really should have killed the guy and he was lucky to have only gotten amnesia.

The things that went together in my mind? The fact that it should have killed him and that Danny had said he wasn't able to stay because something was pulling him away. I felt a glimmer of hope form in my heart, but I forced myself to squash it. I was just jumping to conclusions, ones that would have seemed completely impossible if Danny hadn't been half ghost in the first place. There was no need to set myself up for disappointment.

And we're back!

So, if a character comes back in another person's body, is it still an OC? o.O

Comments and feedback are as welcome as always! :D

Invisible One