Amnesia

Chapter 3

"Dylan, take a seat next to Paragon in the back." Mrs. Camp said pointing to the empty seat next to me.

Dylan and I had English, art, PE, and science. Over the course of the day we talked more and more about ourselves. Dylan's mom was in the navy, and her dad was a banker. The reason why they moved was because her mom got moved to the base in our town. 

During lunch, Dylan and I sat down at the table near a tree, a little farther away from the other people. I don't like to sit in the actual cafeteria because the people there are very noisy. When we were talking, I saw Dennis. I told Dylan to pack up their food and move quickly. We made our way to the girls bathroom and sat on the floor. We decided to stay in there until lunch was over. While we were waiting out lunch, a few girls came in every now and again. When they saw us, they would give us dirty looks. Dylan and I looked a little confused. I was used to it since I always got dirty looks.

"So... You said you had some weird quirks? What kind of quirks?" Dylan asked looking up at me. 

"Oh, uh.. I don't know if you want to know."

"Please tell me. I have been curious. Does it have to do with your gloves?" Dylan asked me while pointing at my gloves. 

"How did you know?" I asked.

"Well... It is 80 degrees (F) out and you are wearing gloves, you haven't taken them off all day, not even during PE. It is a little odd."

"Oh, I guess that is true. Well, I have this thing where when I touch people, they loose their memory. I guess like temporary amnesia? I have no clue why it happens and I don't know why the government hasn't stepped in or anything." I said with a laugh.

Dylan looked at me shocked. I made a nervous laugh. I knew she was going to call me a freak. I knew I shouldn't have told her. 

"That is scary, but cool. It must be hard for you. I can't imagine what it is like to not be able to hold another person's hand without gloves. To not be able to feel another person's skin with your hands. How do you do it?" She asked looking pitiful. 

"You get used to it after a while. It becomes a part of you."

Dylan and I sat in silence until the bell rang. We made our way through the rest of the day, and met up after school had ended. We made our way to the bus pickup area, when I hear someone shout my name,

"PARAGON! YOU WON'T BE SAFE FOR LONG!" I hear Dennis shout as Dylan and I were making our way onto the bus. "I WILL GET YOU AND YOUR LITTLE GIRLFRIEND!"

Dylan and I looked at each other and continued to board the bus. 

"Why don't you just touch Dennis with your hands?" Asked Dylan.

"Well, as much as I would like to, I can't. You have no idea how much trouble I would be in if I was the cause of Dennis loosing his memory."

"How much memory is lost?" Asked Dylan.

"Well, it depends on how long I touch them. If it is for a second or so, they forget where they are, what they were doing, and they are confused. If it is for lets say, 30 seconds, then they forget more important things like people, places, events. If it is for a minute or more, they could possibly forget who they are. I have never touched someone for a minute though, so I am only guessing." I told her.

"Will the person ever get their memory back?"

"Yes, but the longer I touch the person, the longer it takes for them to get their memory back."  I explained.

"That is so cool" Dylan said with a smile. 

"Thanks" I said, finally having someone who understands.