Identity

6

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

How is that even possible? How can someone be thinking of nothing? How can someone completely clear their mind of every thought and every memory?

They can't.

They just can't.

There has to be another reason for this. There has to be some kind of explanation. I need to find out why this is. I need to find out more about him.

I need to know.

The needle leaves my arm with ease and the doctor places a small cotton ball on the dot of blood.

"Okay, vitals are normal, blood work looks good." He is speaking in a low and bored voice to the nurse I remember from my first visit. "We are going to test the strength and ability of the patient in room 5, make sure it's set up. We will also need to order neurological exam again, to make sure we didn't miss anything. Do you have any allergies that you know of?"

I few seconds roll by and after a small, annoyed glance in my direction, I realize he was speaking to me.

"No, no food allergies. I'm allergic to bees though. I almost died from one when I was younger."

He nods slightly, almost mimicking satisfaction of my answer. "Alright, lets get started on the strength test."

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"I'm not going to boost your ego, because I'm still mad at you, but that was kind of impressive."

Katy and I were walking to the car after all my tests were finished. I just finished lifting large items like dressers, tables, and even a large tractor. The tractor actually made me break a sweat, but I was still able to lift it. The neurological exam was scheduled for later in the week.

"Yeah, whatever."

"How are you able to do that?" She asks as we get in the car.

"Not sure," I shrug.

"Not sure? How are you not sure how you are able to lift a tractor that weights well over 2500 pounds! You lifted it like it was a heavy box." She shook her head in disbelief as she starts the car, "it was amazing."

I hated talking about this. I don't like discussing my powers with people. They don't understand that it isn't a gift. It's a curse, "just drive. I have to get back."

"Back to the bakery? No way. Not after the stunt you pulled with the old lady. Don't think I didn't see you do some weird healing ritual on her. You even have a scar on your hand."

I look down to my palm to see a faint line of what looks like a burn mark. It looks very healed, like it was from a childhood accident. But I know it was only from a few hour ago. "I'm not going back there today. But I will go back. It's my job."

"You don't need a job. You're not going back" her grip on the steering wheel started to tighten.

"I'm going back and that's final."

"You know I already don't like you have that job. It exposes you too much, not to mention the healing thing you did. Someone could recognize you. And my bosses obviously will pay for everything you need so I don't understand why you want to go back every day."

She's getting all riled up, like she usually does. She is such a hot head. "Look, I don't need to explain anything to you. I like my job and I want to go back. I will handle Greta. I'll make sure she doesn't tell anyone about what happened." I try to convince her. I hate to admit it, but she does have the power over my life. She gets to make all the decisions in my life. If she wanted for me to be a hermit in the apartment she can make me. I just really hope she won't.