Bonsoir, Elliot

Chapter 2 - 'Sup bro?

Elliot's pov

This is the day I get out of here. Apparently I was shot. I don't remember anything.

I feel somehow empty. Or maybe... incomplete would be the right word to describe this.

Do you know what this is? Have I forgotten something else too? What is it?

"Alright, Elliot. You're free to go," some lady says to me.

I nod. I'm still trying to think what's missing.

How can I not remember? I feel like it's something important. How long have I been gone? I need to know.

I'm now looking for my apartment's key as I'm walking there. My whole body is still aching. I get to my apartment. The door isn't locked. Or actually the lock is broken.

I carefully open the door and look inside. I can't see anyone.

What is this? Who would break into an almost empty apartment? I don't even have my computers anymore. They took them all.

I slowly step inside. I don't close the door behind me, just in case. I leave my backpack next to the door. I look around, trying to find something I could defend myself with if there will be need for that.

"Hey Elliot, mind closing the door?"

"Darlene?" I say after I notice her sitting on my bed. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Nice to see you too," Darlene said with a little bit sarcasm in her voice as usual.

I'm still confused. Why is she here? Why does she always break my lock?

"Okay then. Let's go get some coffee," she says and gets up.

I nod. Darlene grabs her jacket and we leave my apartment.

"You know you're going to pay for that..." I say to her.

"Of course I will," she says, rolling her eyes.

I see a little smile before she turns away from me. It's nice to see her again. Especially smiling.

We are walking to the café. It's just few blocks away from my apartment. Our way there is silent. Maybe she has a lot on her mind. Or then she simply just isn't chatty today. I don't really like talking so I'm fine with this.

What is missing though? Why won't you tell me? I need to know.

We are in the café now. Darlene is getting us something to drink. Coffee probably. I look around me, trying to find a free table for us.

The café is nearly full today. There's many different kinds of people.

I see an old couple. Maybe in their 80's. The old man looks at his wife with his eyes filled with love. I wish I had someone who would look at me like that.

There's a lonely person in the next table. He has an almost full cup of tea in front of him. He's reading a book. Or maybe he isn't lonely at all. Maybe he just chooses to be alone.

In the next table there's a mother with her child. She's drinking her coffee. Her child is playing with a toy. Some kind of mix of a robot and a car. Transformer maybe.

Wait a minute...

A robot. Mr. Robot. Where is he? He's the one who's missing. No wonder it's so quiet here. What happened to him?