It's been a few days since Audrey showed me that breathtaking room. Everyday it's the same routine; wake up, eat, exercise, train, eat lunch, more training, some chatting, eat dinner, and sleep. It's an awfully tiring and repetitive sequence of events. I feel like this isn't all there is. It just can't be.

I can't stop going back to that room with Audrey. It's an amazing place to unwind and relax. It's the one place I feel truly safe and secure. Even if I call this establishment 'home', it isn't beginning to feel like it.

Every day without relent, Hailey directs me to Leane's little room. I'm grilled with questions on the chip. I'm analyzed by a few machines. I feel more like a lab rat than a human participating in an experiment.

All Leane cares about is my chip. I've relayed information to her. Something inside of me argues against it, but she's so eager about conducting this experiment that I would feel bad lying to her. Plus, the more information about the chips I tell her, the more content and less pushy she is.

I stand in front of the blue-haired woman once again. She rocks side-to-side on her swiveling chair, her tablet in hand. Every word I speak is rapidly typed, every new 'ability' as she calls them tallied.

No new information today. Just the same abilities as yesterday and the day before. I can tell she's become frustrated by this. She wants rapid progress and she wants it now.

I have no idea what happened to the woman I woke up to, the one that seemed like she wanted to help me get back to my normal life. There is just this overwhelming feeling inside of me saying 'something isn't right!'

Yet, Leane, as always, tries to remain calm. "So, you're sure nothing else has happened? Nothing at all? Nothing out of the ordinary that could be a new ability?"

Again, I shake my head. That's become my automated response. I'm not even lying this time. I'm being completely and utterly honest! I just want to get through this and rejoin the others.

People ask questions, just not to my face. They think I can't hear the whispers. 'Where did she go?' 'How can she fight like that all of a sudden?' 'Where does her sudden strength come from?'

I want to rip the chip out of my wrist and say 'Here, you can have it!' If anything, this is driving me farther and father away from my past life. I can just feel it. Why can't things just go back to normal? That's all I want.

Leane taps away at her tablet. Finally, she focuses her sole attention on me. "Alright, Summer, that's all for today. But I want you to seriously try and discover new abilities, okay?"

I simply nod, too distressed to utter a word. Then, I exit the room, holding my head high. I join the rest of the teens in the 'sparring room' where we practice fighting. Audrey waves and I wave back. Some people gossip and whisper. Ashley stares as though she has many unanswered questions and many accumulating emotions.

This time, I'm sparring with Kaylee. I remember her as the rude girl from when I had just awoken. She's one of my roommates as well. Something about her expression unnerves me. Something about her threatens old emotions to resurface.

I have to have known her, I decide. Maybe Ashley, too. I've been awake about a week or so, and my memories are still too far to latch onto. It's not fair! At least they're coming back though. Maybe I can thank the chip for something.

Kaylee gets in her stance, and I get in mine. I've learned, or relearned, a lot in these past few days. Although I'm not the best fighter without the chip's stimulation, I can at least say I'm not the weakest person here.

Kaylee smirks, tilting her head to the side as though she's accessing me. I attempt to do the same, but a fist is instantly flung towards me. It makes contact with my chest and I stumble back. Well, ouch.

"What are you gonna do, go cry to your mommy?"

I narrow my eyes, attempting to keep my calm. "You know, Kaylee, I have no idea what I did to cause you to treat me this way. I'm not the same person I used to be. I don't even remember that person. So, please, cut it out. We're here to learn how to fight with our fists, not bitch with our mouths."

Her mouth opens and closes. Something flashes in her eyes and it's gone as quickly as it arrived. "I guess you're kind of right. But that doesn't mean I have to like you."

"You're right, you don't."

She looks at me, like really stares as though she's trying to look past my flesh and into my soul. "Do you remember anything of who you used to be?" Her expression is still guarded.

I shake my head. I really don't. It's just bits and pieces of emotions, nothing more. That's probably the only side effect of the chip I've found, save the fact that I can't exactly control it very well.

I can sense a battle within the girl in front of me. Then, she swings again. This time, my chip is ready to dodge her blow. Her eyes narrow, almost as though she can sense the chip in my wrist. I'm pretty sure she can't, so I take this as my opportunity to really see what this thing can do.

I'm quite appalled, and quite awed. I stare at the crimson gushing from Kaylee's nose, shades redder than her ginger hair. She clutches at it with her slender fingers, bruises and bumps forming on her body, which is sprawled across the floor. One of her legs is bent at a weird angle. Tears brim in her eyes and all she must feel is pure pain.

I'm walking past Kaylee and a bunch of girls. Something tightens within my chest. She barely acknowledges me with a curt wave. The emotions attached to the memory give me a sense of not belonging. I knew her, just not those girls. But one, a girl with deep chocolate waves and matching eyes, I eventually got to know her too. She was special to me, a close friend. But Kaylee, I can't make sense of her.

Suddenly, I'm snapped back to reality by a sobbing Kaylee. She points to me and I'm taken back to Leane. All the way, the teachers keep preaching "Practice fight, not actual fight."

As soon as I'm in front of Leane, back in the sterile room, I expect some sort of anger. Why isn't she yelling? Why isn't she preaching the same thing the others were?

Her grin stretches so wide that it unnerves me. "I'm impressed."

"Impressed?" I echo, heart hammering within my chest.

She nods, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Very."

With that, the questions ensue all over again. The difference is, Leane's excited. Why is this so great to her? I even feel remorse. Why does violence make her so bubbly? This ability isn't even new, I just pushed it past what I had before. Oddly, I feel like I could still do even more damage to someone, and that scares me.

I have so many questions and no answers in sight.

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