Memories

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I get up with a sudden urge to have a energy drink. I walk over to the mini fridge that I recently was able to afford and opened it up. I found that all I have is a left over sandwich and an energy drink.

Shoot, I thought as I got my drink out, I am going to have to go out grocery shopping. I'm not a very social person and have issues trusting people, it was something about my past. I woke up in a hospital with a concussion and internal organ damage. The one thing that I didn't have were my memories, I tried remembering things for the first few months I was out of the hospital but nothing came. The closest thing I have to a past is that nightmare that follows me around.

I guess I got out lucky, the fact that you have no identified parents is usually really hard for people to survive with but for me it just meant that I qualified for a 10,000 dollar paycheck as I like to think of it because I have no parents and I have a "condition". So every week I receive the paycheck for sitting around and drinking cola.

I put on my favorite black hoodie and walked out of the crappy little apartment, taking my keys with me. I walked down the hall way and towards the stairs, you may be asking in your head can she really not afford a apartment with an elevator? Yes I can in fact we have an elevator. Biggest problem s that half the time its it is being inhabited by the homeless if I may put it kindly that refuse to let you get in and the other half of the time its being repaired from their little stays.

I walk out of the stairs well and into the lobby right when I started opening the door I heard a snort. I turned around slowly and looked around, I see nothing. Another snort, I look again, nothing…. Please say there are no pigs here if so I'm leaving. But I still hear another snort, I walk over to where its coming from. Behind the check in desk, I find the owner of the apartment complex, Mr. Calier passed out on the ground, beer spilled all over the front of his shirt and slobber running down the side of his face.

I sighed its not rare for him to be like this although he signed a legal document saying he wouldn’t drink again unless its in the presence of another trustable adult or just a small sip of champagne, it was something about having to many incidents with beer involved, they gave him a warning next time he's going to be stripped of his business, which is rally all he has left after his wife died.

I honestly don’t know why I help him when he's like this, it could be that I once knew how it felt to be always running. Some of the symptoms of running your whole life are never to let both feet touch the ground at the same time, to flinching at every sound, be suspicious when anyone approaches you. Or it could just be that wish I could just get away from my life like he always does, you know forget all your troubles and worries.

After I finnaly got his body dragged into the back room and whipped up his off the floor I walked out. By reflex I look around and check for other people. No one. I put my hood up and my shades on.

When I'm walking I like to think about what my life could have been like, i have all these reflexes, like I was trained this way. Maybe I was a spy? Oh oh… I could have worked for the MIB(Men In Black…. It’s a movie if you don’t already know) that would explain the memory loss.

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I walked in through the doors of the gas station food court, and I checked the curved mirror above the cashier’s desk to see if anyone was I here. I saw a black flash but played it off as nothing, no normal person could move that fast.

I pick up a basket and went over to the chips section, Doritos, lays or tims? What the heck all three. I also picked up some extra ingredients for my lunches.

I went over to the cashiers desk and pulled out my money.

“It’ll be $20.98” said a croaking voice……. Doesn't it usually cost more? Then I realized what I forgot, my energy drinks. “I’ll be right back” I headed towards the back of the shop towards the refrigerated section. I looked at the figure standing in front of the ice drawer I needed to get into. I looked at his reflection on the glass, my eyes catch his and I see the one thing I thought Id never see.

Flash back

 All of the sudden the abandoned car had a hooded figure in it, the car raced forward, heading straight for me. I wasn't fast enough to react. I just stood there and stared, trying to do as people always told me. I was observing because I had nothing better to do, I could have seen his short black hair hidden under his hood or his angled face that showed no emotion but all I took in was his cold blue ice eyes. His eyes locked with mine as he kept driving straight towards me, never slowing down. I knew was going to get hit, probably even die but I didn't care. Seconds before I felt the pain I saw something in his eyes; regret.

I saw regret…….