The Memory of Grayson Mathews

Chapter 2

Awww. 

Fear hit Grayson and she jumped back at the sound of a voice. To her right, a kid about four years old stood there. Her eyes widened at the sight of Grayson. 

Who are you? Grayson took a few steps backward. 

Who are you?

Gray...wait I asked first. She glanced over at the scene on what looked like a big screen. It was like she was staring out of something like a window. Outside the window, there was a tv playing the news. 

"Breaking news. The most wanted man on Second was caught on camera at Beaufort Memorial. He seemed to have kept his face covered every time he passed the camera, but we do know he's roughly 5 feet and 10 inches tall and has a slim body figure. If you have any information about this man, please let me know. He is wanted for the killing of three minors, Grayson Mathews and Khloe and Micah Greene-Mathews in a car accident in Pennsylvania on Earth."

I'm dead? Grayson felt like her heart was beating faster and faster in her chest with each passing second. 

But I'm alive. Who are you? The four year old stepped closer to the twenty two year old with caution. She looked her up and down, studying every feature she had. I've never had anybody here before. 

Where is here exactly? I looked around the place. The room was almost kinda rounded, except for one wall with a huge door that stretched to the ceiling. It had a fancy kind of lock on it where if you turned the first gear, the rest will turn but you needed a key to do that. There was a small kitchen and a half circled couch around a circled table. Bunk beds were hollowed into the wall, provided a cozy nook for the person. Books on shelves lined a good part of the wall and two desks were side by side each other. They room felt dark and gloomy with all the grays and whites.

My mind. The four year old turned and walked towards her bed. It's so cool how I got a bunk bed now. She smiled at the bunk bed. She talked a lot more intelligently than a four year old. Grayson was growing more and more confused with each passing moment.

Who or what are you? Grayson looked back up at the screen. She was staring out of the windows and at the tv, which had switched to some annoying commercials. Grayson grabbed a hold of the lever and like she predicted, the screens shut off as a curtain fell downwards. Darkness engulfed the area again, but this time Shiloh turned on a lamp near the bunk bed. 

You know you just put me back to sleep.

I did what? Grayson looked back over at the kid. 

That puts me back to sleep. I'm the girl. They call me Shiloh. 

Shiloh? But what about me?

I'm not sure. I've never heard about this before in all my years of training. 

What are you? Grayson took a seat in her chair, turning it to face Shiloh. 

A soul. I run this place. Just hit the fourth year about a month ago. Shiloh looked up at the bulletin board over a desk. Her desk was cluttered with a whole bunch of papers and her bulletin board was decorated with all kind of pictures taken in the room that they stood in. A lot of the pictures were of her posing in front of the two wide windows. A clean, empty desk sat next to hers, only bearing a name plate that read "Grayson Mathews."

I'm not a soul. Grayson turned her attention back to Shiloh. 

You are now. Only souls can occupy a mind. As they say back at the academy, always one soul to a great mind.