Amnesia

12

The elevator seemed smaller than before. Greg stood on the other side, giving me plenty of space. At least he's respecting your boundaries. I thought to myself. Besides, he has to know who I am and what's wrong with me.

I flinched at the thought. I didn't want people to think of me as a charity case, and I could only hope he didn't. The elevator stopped on the first floor and we walked silently out the door.

"What kind of nightmares are you having?" He asked when we began walking toward the diner.

"I don't know. I think their memories but they seem off. Like something is missing." I stuttered, unsure if I should say anything.

He nodded, making a small right.

I relaxed more once I noticed the busy street.

"I'm not going to hurt you." Greg said.

A small smile replaced the grimace I had on my face.

I couldn't quit the nagging feeling I had of knowing this man from somewhere. "Do I know you?" I blurted out.

He seemed unabashed by my question because he smiled lightly. "I was wondering when you were going to ask."

I stared at him as the diner came into view.
Calm down. I thought to myself.

"I'm Andrew's uncle. We met before. Although the meeting should have been better I'm afraid."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, Andrew and his ex-girlfriend got into a fight because he wanted to date you," He began.

I listened more intent in finding this out than talking about my nightmares.

"She didn't take it so well, she started throwing things at him, it got really bad that she ended up pulling a gun out on you guys."

My mouth fell open slightly at the news. Why didn't he tell me? I thought, my mouth closing only to bite my bottom lip.

"What happened?"

"Well, Andrew had you call me while he tried to diffuse the situation and I in turn called the police. Me and you had quite the disagreement."

"Did I say something I shouldn't have?" I say trying desperately to remember if I had hurt this man.

He only laughed, "we both said things we shouldn't have. But we're only human. No need to fret about it."

We made it to the doors of the diner and he held it open, mentioning for me to go first. I smiled a polite thank you and walked in. The diner smelled wonderful, scents of pies and hot lunches filled the atmosphere better than any place I ate at before.

A hostess greeted us to the door and showed us to a booth in the back of the diner away from curious eyes.

We ordered our drinks and he looked at me expectantly.

"So, about those nightmares." he said.

I sighed, defeated. "Its weird to say them out loud."

"If you're not comfortable we can always talk about something else." Greg informed. "Is it that obvious?"

He nodded, "its understandable. You're lucky you can't remember. If I were you I would stop trying."

I stared at him, my eyes wide with disbelief. "Why? Its a year of memories I'll never get back. Andrew--"

"Has moved on. He's dating someone else. You being here complicates things."

My heart thundered and sank painfully. Andrew never said anything. I thought painfully. Why would he? Its awkward that your girlfriend went missing and all of a sudden pops up. Wouldn't you do the same?

I sagged in my seat, heart broken.

Greg's face tilted into a sly smile, that's when I remembered the man sitting across from me, was the man who took me.