Mirrors

A Familiar Face?

The bar was surprisingly comfortable. a warm glow enveloped the whole building. although the small pub could fall down at any moment by the looks of it, it was the first good memory in my brainwashed mind. I was just sitting in the corner of the pub, drinking up the happiness and light when a girl with short blonde hair and gray eyes with metallic shoulder blades walked up to me. Dawn. behind her came shaggy haired, bright eyed, Elliot. I looked at him closer. his right eye was definitely prosthetic. his entire eye socket was covered in bright metal and his actual right eye looked like it came right out of a sci fi movie. it looked like a tiny star on one side of his face. they seemed happy enough, more curious than anything. " hey I'm pretty sure you've met us but I would like to introduce my cousin and myself." she gestured to a grinning Elliot. I smiled warily. Dawn's eyes twinkled. they were easy to get used to. "So, how'd you get the metal parts?" Elliot said. I looked down. I didn't know if i should tell them or not... oh what the heck. " lost my memory." I said, still looking down. I could feel their stares. " So you just woke up in the forest with no memory whatsoever?" Elliot said curiously. I searched my mind. One face. That was it. A face so familiar I'd forgotten it. The face was scraggly and smiling. Gray hairs peppered his smooth brown hair. Green eyes laughed at me. Why can't I remember his name? I thought to myself desperately. "Um, are you okay?" Elliot said. I came out of my thoughts an nodded. Dawn and Elliot looked at me suspiciously. I started rubbing my metal left arm again. They both shrugged, and walked off. I sat down breathing hard. Had I glitched? Was that face just a random picture my stupid brain got from the internet? I thought not. His smile was too genuine, his eyes were so familiar. For some reason, contempt popped up into my mind. That was definitely my stupid computer brain. I thought. I didn't want to hate that man. "Ay girl whats your name? You autta put it in the log book so I can Give ya a room." The Grumpy barman said. I then realized he was talking to me. I jumped and squeaked," A-Alexis Freewhrought." He nodded gruffly and pointed to an old leather log book on the dusty counter. Only then I realized most of the bar was empty, and I could hear faint snores above me.