Remember

Chapter 96: Slowly to the Truth

"So that's it? You take me to a place to 'show' me something, but you end up drugging me and I fall asleep. All I saw was weird machines." I complain to Sawyer. We walk into my apartment and he swiftly turns around and grabs me by the shoulder.

"Shut, up. I need to think." Sawyer softly says and my eyes widen. I really thought he was about to go off, yelling.

"Okay, but can you at least explain what that place was? What was all that stuff?" I quietly question.

Sawyer ignores me and sits at the kitchen table, his head between his hands.

"It's complicated." He tells me and I run to the table and sit across from him.

"It's okay, I've got a year, I mean time." I tell him, but he still seems hesitant.

"I don't even know where to start..." He says, sounding a bit defeated.

"The beginning?" I offer, and he shakes his head. "How did all of this happen?" I question further. Sawyer breathes out and pulls at his curls.

"Come on, you have to start somewhere..." I whisper and he finally looks up at me.

"You're my best friend." He says and I stare at him, taking in all this information.

"I can't." He says, getting up. He walks over to the kitchen sink. I stare at him not knowing what to do.

"Hey." I say, but he doesn't turn around. He's too preoccupied in his mind, his thoughts are probably racing a million miles per second. I slowly get up and he's still staring out the window above the kitchen sink.

Sawyers back is to me and he's visibly tensed and slightly shaking. I slowly lift up my arm to touch his back.

"Hey..." I whisper, my hand soothingly rubbing circles on his back. I feel him calm under my touch and I smile.  "Me and you were best friends? I question and he turns to look at me, a sad smile on his lips. He nods and I scrunch my nose. He snorts at my funny face and I smile at his response. "Then you can trust me." I tell him and he stays quiet.

Ok different approach.

"Tell me about me then." And I pull him back into the living room.

He gives it some thought and he smiles to himself,

"You love to learn. You learned everything and anything. You didn't learn anything just to learn, you needed to master each thing you learned. Of course I taught you everything you know..." He looks over at me playfully and I roll my eyes.

"People love you, we would always get interrupted and I'd be so fucking annoyed. You listened to everyone's problems and always tried to give them the best comfort. Your willingness to always listen, I ..." He pauses, almost like he's stopping himself. 

"You should try listening to me for once." I counter and he glares at me. This person he's describing sounds like someone foreign.

"You were always work and no play. Which pissed me off most of the time. You were always sitting there either writing or drawing everything you saw. I would always have to convince you to try new things and get you out of your comfort zone." He says, rolling his eyes.

"Why can't I remember anything?" I ask, desperately wanting to know.

"We're both scientist and we made something. The government wanted it as a weapon, and we didn't want any part of that shit, so we refused." He says, vaguely and I look at him confused.

"What does that have to do with my memory loss?" I question and I start to feel a slight buzz.

"You're the only one who knows how to fully manipulate whatever you made. Knowing that kind of information is dangerous. They would take you hostage and experiment on you." He says, he sounds angry. His eyebrows crease and his fists ball up.