Lost memory [Paused]

The Strangers

Life has been hard for my dad and I these few years. My mother died and when it happened, my father was devastated, he lost his job and almost burned down the house with me in it while he was drinking. He became more distant and some times I had this felling he was happy she was gone, but i sure it was just my imagination, exactly like the other strange feelings I have.

As for me, I couldn't remember her. I was told how it happens but it's not the same as remembering. The accident occurred when I was fifteen, she and I were in the car on a high way. We were supposed to go pass some girl time, but we got hit, she past and I made it out with amnesia.

My father and friends told me stories of my life before. It all seemed great but I didn't feel like those moments belonged to me. Sometimes bits and pieces of my memory come back. The problem is when they do either it hurts so much I can sometimes pass out or I go back in the moment. Seeing, hearing and doing what happened. It's weird, but dangerous because in that time I can't differentiate what is a memory and what's not. I didn't remember a lot and it was ok with me. But what I did recover was me and my parents visiting my secondary school.

Today I am going to a university in Brooklyn, my father is working at a convenient store and I also have to work part-timer in a small coffee shop downtown, on to the principle street, as the cashier. We need the money to pay the rents andmy studies at the university. My dad works day and night, me it's six to ten pm. It's hard but we're going to make it and get better.

The present time is seven pm and I'm already falling asleep at work on the counter. A hand grabs my shoulder and start to shake me, I believe to wake me up.

"Wake up sleepy head, you still have three hours to go" So I was right.

It is James. He is the manager, James is a great guy! He's really tolerable towards his employs, especially when it's my shift. He just opened and when I work it's just the two you of us. Part of the reason is also that there is not a lot of people coming in around my shift and after that we close the shop.

I answered him with a little growl and lift my head only to see the emptiness of the shop. "I have three hours to pass, what should I do to make time fly" I told myself out loud. I turn my head to face James, but at my greatest surprise I see a washcloth flying straight for my face. Unfortunately, don't have the time to catch it so it landed on my face and wet it. I took it of my face and looked James in the eyes with my super interrogative look. James started laughing

" You can start by cleaning the tables, and then you can take a break until a costumer arrives. I'll take care of the rest" he said.

I looked at the tables, started to count them and there were at least ten of them. I looked back at James smiling "Thanks" and started to work right away.

It only took me twenty minutes to finish cleaning. It was kind of disappointing, I still had a lot of time before the end of my shift. Oh well I now I could go relax in the back.

"All done" I said while throwing the washcloth back at James.

"Since nobody showed up, I'll make you another deal" he replied with a little smile." If you do all the dishes in the back you can leave early. I know you might think that's too generous, but we had a lot more costumes then usual and didn't have time to do all of them."

I saluted him with my hand to express my gratitude, went in the back and saw the pile of dishes James was talking about. I didn't loose one second and got to work.

This time it was more like an hour, but there was at least still one to go, so I called Markus so he could come and pick me up (he has his license, not me). After that I went to the front and saw someone at a table. It seemed like he ordered nothing. The man was very suspicious. He was wearing a black coat with jeans and a black hat. I walked up to James who was at the cashier and as I was about to ask him who that man was he started to talk

"He came in a few minutes earlier asking for you. Do you know him?"

"No. Well I'll take care of it, oh and I calf my friend Markus so he could pick me up. I put all of your dishes in a spotless state!" I replied with a big smile.

I turned back my head towards the man and started to walk his way. He looked so stressed it was intriguing.
Once I arrived at the table I sat down in front of him and put my hands on the table. He grabbed my left arm really hard, looked me in the eyes and murmured

"Agent, your location has been compromised. We now know who the masked man and his accomplices are. You must tell the others and go. Once your safe we will contact you for more details. It's not safe " he said with a sacking voice. I tossed his hand off of me, got up and yelled at him

"WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM! I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but I'm going to have to ask you TO GET OUT."

James was ready to support me at any moment. The man started at me in the eyes with surprise.

"You don't remember."

He got up and left the store running. That phrase picked my interstate so I followed him, telling him to wait and that I wanted to know what he meant. What did I forget? James did the same for me in the back ground.
As I walked through the entrance I bumped into another stranger, I apologize and continued my peruse of the man. But I could feel the other stranger's satire in my back and then I knew, the felling that I had since I was I child is not the fruit of my imagination. I am being watched and it's not because the stranger has a crush on me. I know he has a killing instinct, I can feel it in his satire.

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