L*O*S*T

5 - Friend

Previously on: L*O*S*T

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I put on hand down, to steady myself before I look down surprised. My hand was on top of his chain necklace that was laying on the ground near him. I was caught off guard as I was taken back to a memory.

This isn't good.

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Chapter 5

February 1st

"Quentin, you're delusional."

This looked to be a dark room with no windows or doors. I saw a glimpse of light in one end of the room but it was so dark, I couldn't see the walls or corners. Tristan was in the middle, an interrogation light was gleaming down on him. He looked as if he was talking to someone right ahead of him. With no other light source in the room, I couldn't see a thing.

"We need the girl."

"Well, I can't find her if you won't tell me who she is."

"I don't have information on her."

Tristan sighed in annoyance. He flipped his light brow hair out of his face and impatiently tapped his foot. I noticed a s Someone cleared their throat somewhat close to him.

"All I know is that she has powers and we need her."

"Well, what do we know so far?"

I heard the sound of papers being thrown on top of a desk. The sound was near but the room was so dark, all I could see was Tristan.

"Birth date: February 23rd, 2001
Divorced parents
Works at Tim Hortons
And she has an ability that enables her to look at peoples memories."

Tristan stared ahead with curious eyes. His hands gripped onto his leather jacket tightly as the tapping of his foot began to slow down.

"Strange."

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"Hey, are you alright?" 

my vision cleared as I spotted a familiar figure kneeling in front of me. I squint a little harder and let out a cough. Mrs. Phillips. Where was Tristan? And who was this girl he was looking for? It seemed a little odd because they described me almost exactly. I was born in late February, I live with my mom, work at Timmies and I can see peoples memories. Oh no. This means I'm the person he's looking for. My heart rate begins to speed up until I felt a hand on my shoulder, shaking me from my thoughts.

"Jenna, can you hear me?"

My heart began to beat slower but I couldn't brush the feeling off of me. Was Tristan working for/with someone who was hunting me down? My palms began to sweat as I saw a faded colour on Mrs. Philips earring. She put both hands on my shoulders now.

"Jenna, answer me. Do you need to go to the infirmary?"

I shook my head, still in a post-shock stance. Mrs. Philips had me stand up and walk me over to the sidelines, signalling me I would be sitting out. I sat down on the bench as I continued to watch them play the agonizing sport of kickball. But something made me wonder. I spotted Tristan playing on the field as if he was totally fine and it looked like the collision should have affected him way more than me. As the next player kicked it out of the park, Tristan ran through two bases and made it home without getting out. I saw everyone gather around him, congratulating him and patting his back. He rubbed the back of his neck meekly and innocently. Then he glanced towards me. Those eyes stared at me hard before he gave a smile and waved. I waved back. He better not have recognized me.

"Alright guys, great job today..."

As she trailed off, I looked around the field. It was quite boring here so I decided to pack up early and headed back towards the school. I got up from the bleachers and turned around, walking back to school. I mean, she wouldn't notice right? The sound of the leaves crunching beneath me made me more calm to walk back instead of waiting. Mrs. Philips voice sounded more distant before I turned the corner of the field around the large gym when her voice was completely dissolved into the air. I kept on walking and I was about to open the back doors to the school when a hand grabbed my shoulder, making me jump.

"Hey. What are you doing out here?"

I turned around, coming face to face with familiar brown haired girl I had met just days prior. I place a hand on my chest, feeling my increased heart rate slow down pacingly. I stare at her as she giggles.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

Her light accent flew in and out of my ears. I sigh as I open the door for her to go in and I followed after. Calm down, Jenna. You're getting worked up over nothing. I didn't realize that my jumpyness and confusion was normal for though it was for me. I didn't have a friend around so it was always just me and my thoughts. Swirling around in my head to the point where they drove me mad. They always wanted to find that voice inside me so they can speak out but I was always too shy for that sort of thing. Her accent rang in my ears again as I looked up.

"Are you alright? You have a small bruise on the side of your forehead."

She looked at me with worry and I shook my head in comfort... Or in my case, discomfort.

"I'm alright. Thank you for caring."

"We're friends, aren't we?"

Friends. That word was so foreign to me, though I hear it everyday. My intentions for high school never had friend in the plan because I never really grew up with one. Except for Mr. Cuddles. Although he was small and a stuffed bear. Other than that, I never experienced shopping with a friend or gossiping with a group, going out on Friday nights or having a slumber party.

Friend. So foreign, but I hear it everyday. I never grew up with one. But now, I get a chance too.