I Dreamt of Hope

Chapter 21

I opened the door to walk out and hopefully find my way to where I was supposed to go for dinner all while watching the floor. I took two steps out before I felt someone interlocking elbows with me. I looked over and saw Mitchel's shoe once again. He had some nerve to touch me after coming in like that. Although I will admit to myself that I had no idea as to where I was going without him so, I guess there is that.

 "Five steps, turn left," he said. 

I was surprised on how cooled and hushed his tone was, it seemed familiar, it wasn't like that when he came in on my room earlier. I counted the steps I took and sure enough on the fifth step we turned left. I was so wishing he was wrong so I could smirk upon his failure. Now I had no reason to. 

"Seven steps, turn right," he said, once again his tone cooled and hushed but it sounded like he knew what he was doing. And once again I counted the steps I took I was at my fifth when I could see we were going to turn. Again he was going to be right, for my this was unacceptable. I quickly shuffled my feet to get the eighth step in, this didn't, however, seem to both Mitchel in any way. He kept walking, what an annoyance to have him guide me to where I needed to go. Once I got my memory back I wouldn't need him. I wouldn't need anyone, I could live my life on my own. But then my own thoughts hit me like a tree on a car, what if my memory were meant to be forgotten I didn't need them, did I? I shouldn't do this, what if I was something I don't like and I have to live with that??

 "We're here," he said he let go of my elbow and opened a door. 

"2J50Y, you can come in and look up we are very much protected from you," Mr. Howard said.

 "Hm, somehow I doubt that you know my ability yet I don't, who knows what I am capable of," I said smirking.

 I could hear the slightest of chuckle coming from behind me, I knew it was Mitchel. Maybe, just maybe I'm not going to kill him later for that stunt he pulled. My attention was back in the room waiting for someone to say something.

 "I guess we shall see soon enough then, are you ready to see who you truly are 2J50Y?" He asked. 

"I came here to get answers, and if that means sealing my doom, I suppose so," I replied.

 "Well then, please, by all means, it's this way," he said.

 I could see his arm gesturing to a door on his right. I followed him into the room, it was the same stupid mirrored room I had been in earlier. Then I looked into the middle of it and saw the chair I had sat in, and the pool of little puddle of blood that some papers laid in. 

"When you're finished you'll know where to find me, good luck," he said before closing the door.

 Faintly I could hear him tell someone to keep guard and when I came out to put me straight into training. I wasn't going anywhere after I came here to find out who I am. I sat on the floor took a few deep breaths and slowly lifted my head. Now was the time to know, how's my friend and who's my foe. I paced myself for this because I knew once I looked I was going to not come out the same. My eyes were closed until my head was level. I opened then so widely so I wouldn't get the chance to blink. There my mind was fighting to see my old way of thinking. I thought I knew pain, my arm wasn't in pain, no one knew pain until they have meant me.