Amnesia

Chapter 7- Aidlyn

Dark. Pitch black. That's all there is. I can't see or hear anything. My only awareness is of how dark and cold it is.

I sit up, feeling what I can make out is a bed shifts under me. When I try to stand, I realize that my hands and feet are cuffed with hard icey metal.

I concentrate on what happened; how I got here. All I remember is Tye knocking me out. The rest is a mystery.

Why did he do it?

Then I remember what I had told him on the transport. He must work for the ARC.

I silently scold myself for being so gullible and naive.

Maybe they really are going to help me. Fix me of the defect. Cure me of suffering. . . maybe. It's very very unlikely, but one can hope.

I can't help but feel disappointed. I'm not sure why though. Possibly because I didn't learn anything. Disappointed that I've been arrested. Or even disappointed that Tye tricked and essentially betrayed me.

How long have I been here?

My mind is still groggy and I wonder if I have been here for several days.

After several attempts, I succeed in standing with my feet together. I then proceed to maneuver around my cell, as I have come to think of it. I hop along the walls with my hands feeling for a door.

The walls are smooth, and like everything else in here- extremely cold.

As I continue to feel around, my fingers reach an indent in the wall. I stop and turn to face the wall, pushing my fingers up the crevice. From what I can tell, the crevice traces into a wide rectangle that reaches the floor. I feel the space between the rectangle, looking for a handle or keypad- anything.

The longer I search, the more and more I realize it's hopeless. I'm stuck here, and there is nothing I can do about it. For now.

Taking a different route, I kneel on the floor, and feel for anything that could be potentially helpful. Unfortunately, the most I can find is the bed in the corner and a small toilet in the opposite of the cell.

Making my way back to my bed I sit on its edge, breathing heavily. I'm surprised to find that I am exhausted from all my searching. It's hard to move with your hands and feet bound. Go figure.

I'm about to lay down when I feel a tingle at my neck and a jolt at my spine; the same feeling I felt the first time I had a hallucination.

My breath comes out in short gasps as I ran behind the oak tree. I pressed my back into the wood, feeling its rough bark against my palms.

The sun is setting and a slow breeze has settled, twisting my hair.

I was about to peek around the tree when two hands grabbed my shoulders,"Boo!" Thomas yelled. I scream, whipping around to face him. "I got you," my brother laughs as he sits down against the tree. Laughing, I drop down beside him and place my head on his shoulder.

"Do you have to become a soldier? Can't you just stay here?" I complain. "I have to. It's the only way to get a tablet since we don't have enough money. You'll have to become a soldier too when you turn eighteen, so you can get a tablet," he replies and I groan.

"Just think about mom and dad. They didn't have even the opportunity to get one. You're lucky we get this chance. We don't have any food and we can barely afford our house. Be glad we aren't living in the slums," Thomas says.

"Why won't the government just give us one? It isn't fair. We're all human, so why don't we get one for free?" I demand. "I've told you a thousand times, we don't have the money to afford it. That's why we have to offer our service and in return we get a tablet," he tells me.