Amnesia

Chapter 5- Aidlyn

Before I know it, I find myself looking into his face. He looks at me for a moment and then sits down right beside me.

Shocked, I sit for a couple more seconds taking in his prominent features. It has been nearly over a month that I have seen him. Brilliant hazel eyes, olive skin, and a mess of black hair. I notice that he has freckles like I do, but where I see mine as imperfections, his only seem to make him more striking.

"Tye," he says holding out his hand. I shake it, "Aidlyn."

My heart begins to pound at the buildup of tension between us. I've seen him three times in the past month, when I had never even seen him before I went to the ARC. Could this be a coincidence? I can't help but feel suspicious. Still, the weight of all my questions presses me even more.

"I know you," I say instead, soon realizing how strange this sounds. "You were at the ARC. I saw you through a door in one of the halls," He nods, letting me know that he recognizes me too.

"Do you know why I was there? I think that we were both there for the same reason," Tye says as I stare at my hands. I stay silent a little longer before I speak. 

Should I trust him?

"Why were you there?"

"There is something wrong with me. Something wrong with my tablet, a defect. We have a defect in our tablets," Tye stops to look at me and read my expression. "The ARC wants to find people like me, to "help" them, but there is still something they aren't telling me." My breath is shallow and I am nearly trembling. I haven't said anything yet, but he can probably see it on my face. He's right; he's like me.

"Am I right?" He inquires hopefully. Should I tell him? Why should I trust someone I really don't know? He was at the ARC- why would he lie about this? Maybe he really was there for the same reason.

"Yes you're right. That is why I was at the ARC on the same day as you," I decide to tell him the truth. Something in his expression tells me that he was hoping to hear that.

"What could the ARC possibly be hiding?" I ask, wringing my hands.

"I know things that you don't," He replies and I turn to face him again. His eyes meet mine and I frown. This is the first time I have purposely shown my emotions. A small grin plays at the corner of his mouth, sending my heart up in a flutter.

"Tomorrow night."

"What?" I ask confused.

"I'll meet you tomorrow night at your apartment and I'll tell you what I know. Where do you live?" He knows that I'll tell him because somehow he knows how much I want to know more.

. . .

My heart is sent up into a flurry and my anxiety intensifies when I hear a knock at my door. It is almost 11:00 and I was beginning to think Tye wasn't going to come.

I open the door and he waits there in front of me, wearing a black coat, grey trousers, and black boots.

I step away from the door to let him inside my apartment, but before I can react, I see him bring something out of his coat pocket. All I can do is watch as he reaches towards my neck. I feel a sharp pain prick me. Not seconds after I felt the prick, my vision begins to blur and I feel my entire body go slack. The last few moments of consciousness, I can see Tye standing over me.

I think I can officially say that this was a mistake.