Without Direction

Chapter 5

The morning light shines in through windows. The light hits my face the rays are warm and bright. I smile and move away from the wall to the end of the bed. I stretch my arms and back, my back cracks. Well that can't be good. It is stiff, but I walk to the bathroom to loosen the muscles. I look at the shower, and decide to take a bath. I look through the catalog, I choose a bath bomb and bubbles. The bath bomb smells like vanilla and lavender. The bubbles are a beautiful magenta and smells like lavender.
After realizing for an hour or so, I get out of the tub and into the shower. Yes I am weird, I don't think the bath bomb cleaned me so I am taking a shower. I use the same things as usual, it is helpful they are now in my shelf because I bought them. The water runs silently, so I think. Maybe today I will do some real research. Manson calls again. I decline because I am about to get out of the shower. I walk into my bedroom and put on the same clothes that I have been wearing.
Manson comes running into the front room. " Jade!!?" He is screaming, he looks ready to cry. I turn my head from the window seat and say " Good morning Manson." Manson takes a deep breath and rushes over. He sits down next to me, and takes my hand in his. "Please answer when I call you, I thought that the scientists had taken you, or the tests have started!" Manson's gray eyes stare into mine. " Manson I'm sorry. I didn't know it was a big deal." I didn't mean to scare him. Manson hugs me and whispers " Now you know." I can't help but smile. I have had been waiting to be hugged for so long. " Thank you Manson for caring so much about a science experiment." I say. Manson lets go of me, and takes a few steps back. His eyes watering. " Jade you are so much more then a science experiment to me!" Manson practically yells. "Manson I'm so sorry." I look at Manson and wait. I wait for him to leave, or yell again. He doesn't do any of that. Manson walks over and hugs me. "Jade please know you aren't a science experiment to me. But to other scientists you are. I am keeping you from them. All they want to do is test you for hours and hours. I can't let you go." I don't know what to say, I don't want Manson to go either. Is he being over friendly or does he like me? No that's crazy, falling for a person who died and is now alive. I want to ask him. But what if he says no, what will it change? Do I like Manson like that?
"I got you a gift." Manson breaks the silence. He hands me a long and thin rectangle, it was made of stainless steel. A small indent catches my eye. I set It down on the window seat, I try to open it, but I am failing. Manson laughs, I glare at him. He taps the little indent with his finger and what do you know? This thing opens, it took me a minute to figure out what it was. "Manson it's a laptop with a mouse and actual screen!" I say. I get up and jump for joy. Manson smiles "Do I get a hug?" Manson raises one of his perfect eyebrow. I nod and run into him, hugging him. Manson pats my back and says "I want you to research without everyone staring at you. Also I am coming over for dinner again." Manson smiles, his teeth are so white. "Are you going to invite yourself to dinner ever night?" I ask. "Most likely, unless you don't want me to." Manson smirks. Is he asking me if I like him? No that's silly. Manson says something that I wasn't expecting. "I get to spend more time with such a beautiful person. Before dinner I'm taking you shopping. We are going to a fancy restaurant." Manson smiles. " A date?" I ask hesitantly, scared of the answer. Manson frowns and thinks. "Only if you want it to be. For me, I would like to go on a date with you, but I understand if you don't feel the same." My heart is beating faster, my hands are sweating. "I wouldn't mind." I stutter. "Then it's a date." Manson smiles, and leaves.
I am in awe I was asked on a date by one of the hottest guys I have met. Well in this life time he's the only person I have met, but after a little research about my past life, hopefully I will know more about Manson and myself. I walk over to my window seat that over looks the city. I tap the top of my laptop, it opens to reveal a keyboard and screen, and my favorite feature a mouse. I use the mouse to find the Internet icon and u click on it. again staring at the rectangle box. I type Manson into the box. Instantly a video came up, I click on it. It is him telling a group of people in lab coats why he wants to continue his project. He talks about how they could save the soldiers after they have died, or even some of the best leaders. No one believed it would work. But it did. I am the project, and I am alive again. I laugh because the lab oats were wrong. I check the date of when the video was posted. 7 years ago, so in 7 years Manson was able to bring the dead back to life with no organ or heart failure. That is actually pretty amazing. I don't really have any better words.
I continue to look at sites and videos about Manson, turns out his dad died in an on-going war. His mom died in a hover board accident. Yes, hover boards are a thing now. So Manson was raised in a science building. He had the idea for Project L when he was 15 and has been working on it ever since.
I look up hover boards, they are very customizable. They come in many colors and shapes. Pretty cool invention. Apparently under the roads are magnetic fields that keep the hover board in the air. When I see Manson I'll ask for one. After customizing about 45 different hover boards I move onto another search.
I type into the search bar Jade Thomsen there is a long pause. Only a few results come up. The video I already watched and a news article. I click on the news article and begin to read. It talks about my family. Also surprise the person arrested for my murder was a crazy ex-boyfriend. Fun. The article claims that he had a mental illness and a drinking problem ultimately lead to my murder. Fascinating stuff, really. There isn't all that much about my actual life. Apparently I was in a small business that sold furniture. Not a great life. So I am still confused why I was chosen to be brought back to life. I mean it's not like I died protecting the president. I wasn't even famous. I still need to ask Manson.
After a little more hover board designing, someone knocks on my door. I turn my head to the door and ask "Who is it?" The door opens and in walks Manson. "Surprise! Also we have to get you clothes." Manson smiles and gestures to the door. "Can we use hover boards?!" I ask excitedly. "You just read my mind." As I step out into the hallway, I see two long silver boxes. "Just carry one, we don't want to open them up here." So I follow him through the halls and down stairways. I try to map it out, but everything looks the same. It is dark out, and Manson has put his box down. So I do the same. I tap the box with my shoe and out pops a white hover board. it looks like a skateboard but is smooth and is thicker. The bottom had two blue glowing circles. I smile. Manson has pushed his to the ground, I watch as he steps on. I follow his actions, and once I am standing on the hover board, it begins to float. I am about 3 feet off the ground when I ask "how do you move?" I stare at Manson who just leans forward ever so slightly, and off he goes, sailing through the night. I lean forward slightly, and chase after him.