Sorry , I'm Just Your Problem

Chapter 1 - Drifting Away

5 years later. Silence , 3 years I slept in a coma. The 2 years of therapy and reconciliation. My memory faded from that day. Everything was a blur. I had went to another university , been under a new name. All and all was different. The last thing , I could remember was looking into this girls eyes. Nothing else. I didn't know if she lived or died. All I remembered was her hazel eyes. I walked into the kitchen of my apartment. Leaving the random girl lying in bed to freeze , as I took the blankets off the mattress with me too. I looked into the drawer , and grabbed one of the phones out of there. I scrolled threw my contacts , border then a box of Cheez-it's-munching on a box of Cheez-it's  . One name stuck out to me , "Someone Special". I texted the number , "Hello." I busied myself with the handy work on my apartment. The girl had left and by the time I was finished it was around 12am. I yawned. My phone sat they're on the counter - top . I turned on the tv , to the weather channel , "It's snowing in East Seattle , Washington. I gagged.

Ain't do damn snow , lying ass niggas." I exhausted myself , as if I didn't have to worry about going to work tomorrow. I woke up to my ratchet phone , singing such a lewd tone. I wondered why , I even set it up to play that.

"Hmmm? Private number , who can this be."

I answered the call , "Hello , August.

I think you got the wrong number.

No , I don't think so.

August , you don't remember me.

I'm sorry my name isn't August , it's Christian.

Oh , well Christian, they're use to be this boy named August. We were really good friends , and his mother was a undercover assassin. Me , him , and a bunch of friends went to a hotel. And his mother was there. I almost died and he sat they're by my side. Looking into my eyes."

I felt a pulsing headache come on , and all I could think about was that girls eyes. The last thing , I remembered.

I shouted , " N - Naomi? Your alive , how? I asked out of pure curiosity.

August , how come you didn't remember me? She said.

Who's August? I responded.

Oh , so you don't remember.

If we link , maybe I could? I'm residing in East Seattle.

Yea , sure I'm down. She laughed.

A voice shouted in the background , " Off the phone now."

The call ended. 

I got dressed for work. My mind wouldn't settle on the fact that this Naomi girl , got rushed off the phone. I can't call the number back either. I got in my car , and drove to work --- "Federal Bureau of Investigation Headquarters. Other wise , known as the FBI. All I know , is that they think I'm the gateway to a bunch of assassins. This August person seems pretty Bad-Ass , maybe me and him need to be friends. I arrived , and was pressed about my ID. As I pulled up to thy quarters , I noticed that no cars were parked out front. 

"Identification , please." The watchman exclaimed. I scanned my eye onto the retina scanner , present on the side of the box. The poles released , and the entrance to the workstation opened. I drove into my designated , parking spot. 

"Christian, who was the person that called you this morning. Sgt , Mckormic asked. Some girl , by the name of Naomi. As in Naomi Pierce? I don't know , all I can remember is her name was Naomi."

Chrisitan , you may have been in contact with someone who was working with a deadly group of Assassins.. 

I don't understand , she just kept mentioning and calling me August. 

Oh , so you really don't seem to remember anything.

 Remember , what I asked? 

It's to early , I'll explain later- on.