Lost Love

Chapter 6

Rain P.O.V:

I wake up in a white room. I feel strange. I look around and notice that a man and a women are sleeping against each other on the couch. I look at my body and notice I have a bunch of wires attached to me. I try to move but everything hurts. I let out a yelp and I see the man and woman wake up and run to me.

(Korean) " Nouel are you ok?" The woman asks. Nouel... is that my name?

(Thai) " Son how are you?" So I guess these are my parents.

(Thai) "Are you guys my parents?" I ask.

(Korean) " Yes! Yes! We are your parents."

(Thai) "What happened to me? Why am I here? Why can't I remember anything?"

(Thai) " Son you had an accident. You took many hits to the head so the doctor warned us it might cause issues. Relax while the doctor comes and checks you over." He looks at me with a lot of affection. I felt really loved and cared for.

The doctor walks in and does a quick check up on me.

(Korean)" You were in a comma for 3 weeks. You took some pretty bad blows to the head, it is no surprise that you have amnesia."

(Korean)"Will he ever get his memories back?" My mom asks.

(Korean)"It is likely, he needs to be around familiar things but don't pressure him too much. He will recover his memory on his own in time. I want to keep him here for a few days and see where we go from there. He has a few broken ribs but I want to keep an eye on his head injury for a bit."

His parents thank the doctor and they start fuzzing over me.

It took me a week to get discharged from the hospital. I felt that my parents were acting weird though. Whenever they asked me anything about my life, they kept telling me I would figure that out on my own. They wouldn't even tell me what my favorite food was. When it was time for me to leave the hospital, they al but flew me out of there.

When I got home, everything felt so unfamiliar. It was a mansion, my room was huge with anything and everything you can ever own in life. I guess I was spoiled? I don't know if I was a brat or not. No one would tell me anything about me. I only found pictures up to when I was 7 years old. I didn't understand anything at all. Did I not enjoy taking pictures? I thought maybe I was kidnapped, but who would kidnap someone and take them to a mansion and give him maids? Thinking about this makes my head hurt.

*** conversation is in Korean and thoughts in Thai.**

"Hi Noeul! How are you?" I good looking guy came up to me.

" Um, hi? Sorry but who are you?"

"I am you most favorite cousin! Min-ho!" He looks like a trouble maker.

" Are we best friends?"

"Yes, yes we are. Though you were abroad studying for a long time so we haven't seen each other in a while."

Is that why my parents know nothing about me? But why don't they have many pictures? Was I a problem child?"

"How old am I?"

"You are 19 years old."

"So I am a college student?"

"Yes, but because of your injuries your parents had you drop out. As soon as you are all better, they should take you to register again. You studies architecture."

"What happened to me? My parents don't want to tell me why I ended up in the hospital."

"I can't tell you that, they would kill me if I told you."

"Was I a drug addict? A gangster? Was I a criminal?"

"No... um, you just ended up meeting a really bad guy."

"What did that person do to me?" I was thinking the worst at this point.

"Just hit you, you had no actual relation to the guy but he might have kidnapped you because his son was of similar age as you... please don't ask me anything else, your parents will kill me if they find out I told you this much."

I let the conversation drop. I guess I am going to have to be contempt with this answer, it explains why my parents are so overbearing. But I just can't let go of the feeling that there was something missing.

For the next few months I was focused on my recovery. We found out I had ADHD (I asked why they did not know but was ignored). All I did was study and rest. I learned something else, I did not like architecture. For some reason I had panic attacks and headaches whenever I even attempted to study it. After a month of debating, I decided to study business administration.

This new path got me a lot closer to my dad, I learned I was half Thai and I realized I spoke Thai fluently when my father struggled a little with it. He said that he had sent me to Thailand a lot as a child and I took it upon myself to study the language so I can communicate with my grandmother. I also spoke decent English and Japanese, I learned this when we bumped into foreigners at the mall. And again, my parents did not know I spoke Japanese.

Everything was fine until 3 years later when I was interning in my dad's company.