Lost Memories

Chapter Two

Jack Gilinsky's Pov

My face is expressionless as I stare up at the building in front of me, much more substantial than the rather average sized home I have lived in for the last 20 years. My apartment was room 84.

On the eighth floor.

I anticipate elevators, and will be very perturbed if I must take stairs.

My breathing is sharp and my body is rigid as I roam to the main doors, stupendous and an inky gold. It took effort to wrench them open, panting slightly. A deafening boom rang through the corridor as the door shut behind me, causing a few people to look my way.

As I examined each person, a good ten to fifteen amount, I recognized a few from Secondary School. May, Ryan, Ambah, Adrian, Mel, Joce; the names flowed through my mind like a cloud dropping its mist. As if my mouth had a mind of its own, it slowly curved into a charming grin from its twisted grimace.

I beckoned my head in greeting, before proceeding forward, a small chestnut desk in the middle of the floor. Following the instructions on the side, I slid my hand into the shallow hole of the middle of it. A slight numbing rummaged through my hand, causing me to almost reflexively remove it. The odd machine desk beeped, declaring I can remove my hand. As I do, I notice a slight bump inside the bottom of my wrist.

"Excuse me, if you are done I would like to go now," Ambah beams behind me, motioning to the desk.

I nod and flash my alluring smile once again before following an arrow. It leads to the elevators. Thank Mother Earth I don't have to walk!

A crowd of newcomers have joined, all waiting for it to stop. I have to glance down to look at everyone, I'm quite tall. The elevator opens, and everyone rushes in. I stay back, letting them go.

"Do you want to come on? I can get off, you were here before I was," a slightly short handsome blond man questions, holding the elevator so it doesn't close.

"You go, I'll get the next one."

He flashes me a smile before removing his hand, the metal doors clicking shut in front of us. I sigh, slowly rubbing the small bump on my wrist.

"Did I miss it?" a young man pants, racing to the doors.

I chuckle,"Yeah, by just a few seconds."

He rests his hands on his knees as he tries to catch his breath, and I delicately press his shoulders back so he stands vertical.

"You'll be able to breath easier standing straight up with your hands above your head," I advise him, cupping his hands lightly in mine and resting them on the back of his head.

His smile brightens the room, or at least that's how it feels.

"Thanks."

"I'm Jack Gilinsky by the way."

He shifts his bandana around, fixing it,"I'm Taylor Caniff."