Chapter 2 - Sell Your Memories

The girl begins to retrieve some of her memories giving her an insight to her situation.

Valor. Valor. The word was coursing through my brain despite being groggy from the drugs. What the point of this word? Why did I say it? Valor is courage.

"Sure, that I remember." I muttered to myself. So what I wanted to be courageous while I was getting drugged? That doesn’t add up. Then again none of this made any sense. Sighing, I closed my eyes and wished for something, any part of this, to make sense.
"She said what?" A woman's voice spoke from behind the mirror. She sounded worried but there was definitely a sense authority in her tone. I heard my own voice utter, "Valor" again. The bot must have recorded me.

“Well what do you have to say about this?” The woman questioned furiously.

"Her memories were gone," a man spoke this time, "she shouldn't remember him." He seemed scared as if this was his own personal mistake.

"Valor is a him?" I wondered aloud. A quick scene popped into my mind of a boy not much older than me with hair as black as coal and eyes to match. He approached my foe from behind, placed his hand over their neck and rendered them unconsciousness.

 

"Valor," I whispered. He grabbed my wrist and we ran. His leg swooped out from under him as if he had tripped but nothing was there.

 

“Go! I can handle myself!” He shouted at me. I turned and ran as fast I could until I blinked and came to find myself, once again facing the mirror. I started to fiddle with the leather straps keeping my hands bound the bed. Whatever I needed to figure out, all my memories, it wasn’t going to happen here. The straps were around two loops that attached to a mechanical lock. Maybe I could work the leather off the loops and get out that way. As I was about to put my plan into action the voices from the other side of the mirror distracted me again.

"We'll just have to do some tests. See how much she really knows." The woman presented her idea with the authority I was beginning to expect from her.

"Until then, keep Valor locked up tight. If he so much as whispers Dawn's name he goes through treatment again, you hear me?"

"I suppose that makes me Dawn." I responded hoping they'd hear me. The sound of a clipboard dropping ensured me they did.

Author's Note

Again, short chapters. I apologize.