A Forgotten Memory

I refuse to believe

Aiden's POV
*Morning of the next day*

The smell of eggs and bacon leak into the room causing me to wake from the endless abyss of my nightmare. Tear stains run down my cheek as I lean up into the bed, gasping. The face of curly haired boy the day I left was etched into my mind. The only friend I ever had was gone within days. I slide out of the bed and throw on a random outfit that I dug out of my bag. I quickly change and rush into the kitchen where I see Adam slaving over a hot stove. "If you woke me up I would've helped" I say, smiling. "Goodmorning! I didn't want to wake you. You needed some sleep" he replies with a familiar smile growing on his face. After he finished making breakfast, we sit down at the table and eat silently. "Adam? Can we talk about last night?" I ask, finishing my breakfast and putting my dishes away. "Sure about what?" Adam replies, standing, and walking to the sink to do the dishes. "When I asked you if I knew you last night. The reason is because ever since I first looked up at you in the park I've felt like I've known you. However, I have no idea why I feel this way. We haven't met before" I say as he pauses and turns to me. "I've felt the exact same way" he responds, confusion filling his eyes. "Adam do I know you?" I ask, afraid of what his answer may be. No words escaped his mouth. Silence flooded the room, enveloping us. Wait. The curly haired boy in my dream. No. That can't be Adam. There's no way. I moved away a long time ago it can't be him. "Adam can I see a picture of you as a child?" I ask my heart beginning to race. He stands and quickly leaves the kitchen. I try to calm the nerves that begin to run through me but it's almost impossible. I felt as if sparks of lightning bolted through my veins. Adam's pace gained as he trailed back towards the kitchen. By now I had already started pacing the room. "Aiden" Adam calls as I turn to see him in the doorway. He enters the room and sits on the bed, holding a picture frame to his chest. Slowly he turns the frame to show the little boy that I had grown up with. "No... that can't be true. That can't be you!" I yell, running out of the kitchen and through the house. "Aid come back!" Adam calls after me but I don't stop. I run out of the back doors, that I looked through earlier, and down to the shore trying to keep from crying. This can't be happening. This can't be happening. I pace back and forth trying to breathe but my lungs are refusing the oxygen that it craves. "Aiden?" Adam asks in a whispering tone. "Don't come near me" I choke out, still pacing. "What did I do?" he asks, his tone now beginning to shake. I turn to face him, tears filling my eyes. "How can this be? This can not be happening" I say with a more stern voice. "Why do you keep saying that? What can't be happening" he asks confusingly.
Tears are now streaming down my cheeks. "I refuse to believe that you're that little kid in the picture. That is impossible" I answer. "Why Aiden?" Adam questions, still looking at me with concern. "Adam. That little boy in the picture is suppose to be dead"....