Running From Truth

Numero dos- Seeking...

Ben.
His face and his voice lurks inside my brain. He's in there for a reason. Is the reason good or bad? That's what bugs me, why can't I just remember? I punch the wall angrily and ice spreads across the wall, almost creating a picture like thing. I look at wall in amazement. I never knew I could that. Well I probably did, before.

"Myra? What's wrong?" Ben asks and places a hand on my shoulder.

'Someone here is a traitor'
The memory repeats itself.

"Nothing, I just wish I could remember. As so-" I stop myself before i could finish what I was going to say.

"Yes, Myra?" He asks, catching on my sudden change of words. He raises his eyebrows higher.

"It's nothing, I'm just confused and tired that's all." I say and turn away from the icy wall and sit on the ground again, next to Iris. She smiles and places her arm around my shoulder. I smile warmly at her and rest my head in her shoulder.

"You've practically been asleep for weeks, Myra, how could you be tired?" Hale asks me. I look at him, a death glare as scary as could be, to a guy from a girl. A girls secret weapon. He looks at me and then down to the floor, ashamed. I immediately shake my head, why am I acting like this? He hasn't done anything to me. Well that I know of.

Everyone starts their own conversation, some of us stand up and move around to talk, but I just sit still and stare at the cell bars. Iris stands up and goes to talk to Maximum and Fang. Charles's eyes brighten the room. Allowing us to see what is in front of us, and surrounding us. I scan the room and find a ragged piece of material on the ground. I reach over and grab it. It was once a handkerchief, from what I could tell by the red, blue and white tartan pattern. It has holes in the centre and corners.

I close my eyes and imagine one of those old and day lamps, the one that stays bright by a flame. A bright pink light flashes against my eyes, i hold in a scream. What's happening? I feel gold glass and metal form in my hands. I open one eye, just for a peek and scream.

"What! What's wrong?" Chase asks as he runs over to me. Everyone just stops talking, looks at me and then goes back to what they were doing, as if changing objects into different things was what happened everyday.

"It, It changed into that! I held it,and imagined one of those old torches and bam! It was one of those old torches!" I stand um and move to the corner of the sell looking at my hands... What am I?

'Hey, don't worry... You'll remember soon, but this is fine. This is normal." Chase says kindness lathering his voice as he picks up the torch. He has an effect on me.I believe him, maybe I am a super hero, a mutant, like of X-men. Then a thought hits me.

"Why do I know everything about the earth like I remember what a cow is, I remember what it's like to ride a bike... but I don't remember who or where... As if anything important, anything worth remembering has been erased from my mind?" I ask Chase as he sits down, still holding the torch. He shrugs his shoulders.

"That's a mystery. Look I'm not a 'supergirl' like you, but I am different. We relate in a way I guess. There's more than one personality to me." He says placing a hair behind my ear.

"There's basically more than one personalithy to everyone." I smile as Chase looks the torch. His gaze makes his way to my face, his expression weary and worried.

'I have multiple personalities.' His voice becomes clear in my head, but his mouth doesn't move. Does he have powers also? Or did I read his mind? 

"Did you speak in my mind?" I ask him. 

He smiles. "No, you read my mind." 

"So do you remember what multiple personalities are?" He asks me, switching back to the first subject. I smile.