Memories

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Stop. This is a recording we put in your brain, anticipating your capture. It was your idea really. Your name is Avanelle. You You were on the run from the government. You know too much. They are attempting to "cleanse" us, one country at a time. You found out about their plan, so they wiped your mind. They tried to torture you into revealing where our base is, but you're so stubborn you refused to give up the information. I'm in hiding, along with the rest of us.  Ever since you escaped the lab, they're searching for you. Don't do anything out of the ordinary. We will find a way to bring you home safely.

My red, curly hair covers the sides of my face, shielding me from the rest of the world. A month ago, I was unstrapped, this message playing in my head. Someone was talking to me. I need to find them. When I woke up, I had a massive headache and no clue of who I was. An agent of sorts snuck me out of the building. It was all really blurry, and I barely remember a thing. I only remember him holding me and telling me to stay awake, and keep my head up.

I look up at the sky, and notice clouds slowly moving in and the sun going down. Great. Just what I need. I need shelter. I look at the buildings around me, and debate in my mind whether or not to hide in an alley. I just have a big, black windbreaker around my shoulders, with shorts and gray tennis shoes.  I'm getting weird looks, people probably think I'm homeless, but I don't care. I need to find shelter. I was so consumed with my thoughts that I ran head first into someone. I looked up, and saw a cute boy, with tousled dirty blond hair, and bright green eyes.

"Sorry. I'll pay better attention next time." I ducked my head again, and tried to go around him, but he stuck out his arm and blocked me. I am totally not noticing how muscular it is.

"Would you like to go out for a coffee?" He smiled down at me, and I ducked under his arm, turned around, and started walking backwards.

"Sorry, no. I have somewhere else I need to be." His face fell, eyes lit up with something I can't identify, and I almost considered changing my mind but instead turned back around and walked away quickly.

I have got to get away. I have a bad feeling about him.

The sun soon set, and I still have no shelter, or anywhere to keep warm. After another hour of stumbling around, and violently shivering, I spot a neighborhood. I know it's a long shot, but I'm hoping maybe some old lady will be nice enough to take me in and help me get warm for the night. Something kept me going, I almost couldn't control my own feet. I came upon a nice looking house, with some rose bushes tucked against the wall. Something compelled me to reach up and knock, and when I saw who opened the door, I gasped.

"You!"