Well here you go folks, The start of my new project! I did the best I could on this one and I have my good friend Johnathan (holyshitsouthpark on tumblr, you should so check it out) being my beta reader, So credit to her!

I hope you guys like the story as much as I like writing it; looks like it's going to be another long one that will take months to finish but I'll try to get an update in every week or fortnightly. I

Be sure to review even if you want to say you hate it. Oh and also, don't put spoilers in the reviews, it ruins stories. Thanks!

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"The existence of forgetting has never been proved: We only know that some things don't come to mind when we want them." - Friedrich Nietzsche

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"Memory is a fragile thing, Mr. McCormick," the doctor said as the young blonde boy on the bed began to regain consciousness, "it is likely to come back overtime, but it's impossible to tell just when that will be at this stage."

"What does he remember Doc? Will he remember his own family?" The blonde's older brother asked desperately.

"He'll remember basic bodily functions; they're stored in a different kind of memory…" The doctor struggled to explain, "it's all very complicated, there really is no telling what he is and isn't going to remember. An experience like that should have killed the boy, he's lucky to be alive. You're going to have to take very good care of him in the meantime." The doctor picked up the boy's chart and scribbled something down quickly.

"Oh look, he's awake." The old doctor smiled at the boy. "Hello Kenny, how are you feeling?"

The boy's eyes slowly fluttered open and winced at the sudden brightness of the room.

"W-where am I?" Asked the boy in a daze.

"You're in the hospital son, you had a terrible accident. Do you remember what happened to you?" The doctor answered and asked.

"No." Said Kenny looking around the room, a little confused.

"Uh-huh. Can you look into this light here for me." Said the doctor waving a torch in front of his eyes. "Okay good. Despite the memory loss and the scars, I think you're fine." The doctor scribbled something else down on the chart and set it back in its place at the end of Kenny's bed before turning back to the other man in the room. "We're going to need to keep him here a few days under observation."

"Can I get a few minutes alone with him?" His big brother asked.

"Of course, don't be too long though. He needs his rest."

The doctor left the room leaving the confused Kenny and his brother alone.

"Hey." Said Kevin to the injured blonde.

"Uh, hey." Said Kenny, a little unsure about the older teen in front of him.

His little brother didn't even remember him… Kevin would never dare show any sign of emotion to anyone, but that really hit him right in the soft spot in his chest.

"I'm your big brother Ken." Kevin said showing as little emotion as possible.

"I don't know who you are. I don't know who am… where the fuck am I?!" Kenny turned his head around the room to try and find some clue of his identity finding nothing. He began getting violent, the doctor had warned Kevin something like this might happen.

"Kenny, pl-"

"Who the fuck is Kenny?! Stop calling me that! That's not my name!" He began ripping the hospital equipment off of himself and stood up too quickly.

Before Kenny could take another step he fell right back down on the floor, as if he had somehow forgotten how to walk.

"Kenny, stop this shit! You've been out cold for a month, you need to rest." He tried to reason with the dysfunctional teen as best he could; but as usual to no avail.

The stubborn boy grabbed the end of the bed and pulled himself back to his feet, taking care as he took each of his steps so not make the same mistake twice. Before he could get out the door, the doctor rushed back into the room with two nurses.

"Now, now Kenny, You need to get back into bed; it's for your own good." Pleaded the doctor.

"NO! I wanna leave! I want to go outside!" Shouted Kenny.

"You will! We just need to run a few more tests then you're free to go first thing tomorrow morning."

"NO! I WANT TO GO NOW! LET ME FUCKING GO!" Shouted Kenny as loud as he could muster from his already damaged voice as he attempted to push past the older man and nurses.

"Sedate him." The doctor ordered.

The two nurses grabbed Kenny and pulled him back to the bed, pinning him down with ease. If Kenny wasn't in such bad shape, they never would have stood a chance.

"Let me go you bitch!" Kenny screamed as he feebly struggled against the two women.

"I'm sorry, but this is for your own good." The doctor took a syringe out from his pocket and gently pressed it into Kenny's arm.

"ARGH. LET ME GO!" He shouted one last time.

"Shhh, Sleep now, you need it." Said the doctor as the nurses released him.

"I… I'm go- ki…" Kenny could no longer form words, whatever it was they gave him, it acted fast.

He struggled to keep his eyes open and could only manage to let out a few inaudible mumbles before he was out.

Kevin let out a huge sigh and sat back down on his chair across from Kenny's bed; the next few weeks were not going to be easy.

Annie rolled off the sofa and on to the floor, hitting her head in the process.

"OH JESUS H. FUCK." She exclaimed as she rolled over on to her back and rubbed her head in pain. "COME ON. WHO WOULD PUT A FLOOR THERE?! FUCKING ASS!"

She stood up slowly, still rubbing her head and walked over to the kitchen area of the room to grab an icepack for her already swelling head; that's the last time she'd ever let herself fall asleep watching a movie again. As she pulled opened the freezer door she glanced over at the T.V across the room, Halloween was on. She watched as the killer crept up behind his victim and stabbed her, the girl helplessly screamed before falling to the floor dead.

"Oh please. If some masked freak ever came into my house I'd kick his ass. These dumb blondes on T.V don't know how to do anything right. Giving us real blondes a bad name…" She rolled her eyes and pulled out the ice-pack.

Almost on cue, she heard her favourite song play out from her pocket; it was the tune she had chosen to let her know her phone was ringing. She set down the icepack before pulling the phone out from her red pyjama short's pocket; She glanced down at the screen to see who she was about to be speaking to, it was an unknown number.

"Hello?" She said fairly cheekily down the line, it was probably going to be another prank call.

"Hello." Said an eerily familiar voice down the line.

"Can I help you?"

"Who is this?" The voice said.

"You called me asshole, you tell me."

"What number is this?"

"The one you just called?" Annie rolled her eyes, "look, stop fucking me around, you have the wrong number."

"Do I?"

"Yeah, you do. Bye." She said before hanging up the phone.

She set it down on the kitchen counter and picked the icepack back up, placing it gently against her head.

"Ow." She moaned as the coolness made contact with the bleeding patch on her head. "I really hate floors."

She walked back up the hallway and towards the bathroom to get a look at herself, wanting to see what damage the fall had actually done to her face.

"Mum? Dad?" She called out. "Hello?"

Her parents had gone out for the night, leaving her alone with her movies and thoughts. She was kind of hoping they'd be back by now, she hated being alone for too long and all of her friends had some excuse or another for not being able to come round tonight, "lying assholes." She thought.

"Whatever." She said as she opened the bathroom door and entered.

She stood in front of the mirror and examined her injury; some of the blood had managed to find its way in to her curly blonde hair.

"Great, now I have to get a shower." She sighed, nothing was worse than having crusty blood all over your hair in the mornings.

Down the hallway she heard her phone ring again, she ran for it in case it was someone she actually wanted to talk to this time, but again it was an unknown number.

"Hello?" She said once again down the line.

"Hello." Said the same manly voice as before.

"Oh great, you again. Is this supposed to be scary?"

"Yeah, that's kind of the idea."

"Oh I see what you're doing," she smirked, the voice; it was that guy from scream, "yeah, nice voice changer; But it's not working asshole. I suppose next you'll be asking what my favourite scary movie is."

"I don't suppose it's the one you're watching right now, is it?" He asked.

"As if you'd know." Annie rolled her eyes once again.

"It looks like Halloween to me."

Annie's face turned white.

"How did you know that?" She asked, starting to tense up with fear.

"Well I just seen Michael Myers cut that bitch a couple minutes ago and I could have sworn I saw Jamie Lee Curtis earlier."

"Who the hell is this?!"

"HAHAH. Wouldn't you like to know."

Annie hung up the phone and ran to her front door just to make sure it was locked. She let out a sigh of relief when she found out it was. Just as she was about to move away from the door, there was a knock. She screamed and fell backwards from the door in horror.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" She screamed. "I'M GOING TO CALL THE POLICE!"

Her phone began vibrating and ringing in her hand.

"Did you not hear me!? I'm going to call the police if you don't fuck off!" She shouted down the line.

"The police would get here in ten minutes, at best. How many times do you think I could stab you before then?"

"You're sick!"

He laughed, "maybe a little. But you, you're just like all those other blonde bitches in those movies."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"

He laughed some more. "You forget things."

"Yeah, like what?!"

"Like most houses have backdoors."