In the few days I've had to relearn about myself, I would have never labeled myself 'dangerous'. Yet, other people have taken the initiative for me. Well,
Except for Aubrey. She still sticks to my side like glue.

Yet, this darn Chip is changing everything. It's not like people know about it, but some effects are clear as day. Like, for say, my fighting skills. My dangerous fighting skills.

Oh, poor Kaylee. The poor girl that is such a jerk. Why do people take her side? Is it because she has her memory? Maybe they think I've morphed into a different person than I used to be.

I lie in the beautiful garden room alone, the moon shining from stories and stories above me. Aubrey isn't here. She's visiting with her mother on the other side of this complex, where she lives and works as the older people do.

Do I have a family here? Who are my parents? Did I have siblings or was I an only child? Questions run wild in my brain as I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling the soft grass cradling my body.

I slowly bring my wrist up to my eye. There is a visible scar in a small box-like shape. How can such a little Chip make a big difference? And why, why did I have to loose my memory?

A tear drips from my eye and traces my cheek.

"What are you doing in here?"

I jump to my feet, heart pounding in my chest as my eyes meet those of Hailee. Well, I'm in trouble now.

"I- I, got lost?"

She laughs. "I'm just messing with you. It's so pretty, isn't it?" Her dark hair is messily tossed upon her head, her night garments clinging to her frame. She almost looks like someone dragged her out of her bed all the way to this room.

I furrow my eyebrows. "I'm not in trouble?"

She shakes her head. "Not with me. I like to come here when I can slip away. It's so peaceful, so serene.
Leane can be a handful."

"How can you say that about-"

"My sister? I've had to deal with her my whole life. I think I can judge her how I please."

My mouth falls open. "Seriously?"

She nods, lips pursed. "Yup. She's older than me and my twin Monica by two years."

"Monica was there when I woke up." Yes, I remember a girl who looked strangely similar to Hailee. Her name was Monica.

She nods again. "Yup." She sits on the grass, hands folded on her lap. "The sky is so pretty at night. Look at the twinkling stars and the ever changing moon. Ever changing, kind of like my life."

"What do you mean?" I tentatively sit across from her, confused as to who this girl truly is.

She shrugs. "So much is always happening. People always die."

"Die?"

She stares me straight in the eyes and sighs. "Summer, it pains me to look at you, such a sweet girl, being so obvious. It's not fair. You're probably the only person who can end this before it begins."

"End what?" Confusion flows through me. Can I even believe anything she's saying?

"I know at first you were apprehensive to tell Leane about your Chip. It's a wonderful and horrendous thing all at once."

"Wha-"

She shakes her head. "I've already said too much.
But, Summer, please don't loose yourself. Please trust your heart and make sure you do what is right."

"Hailee, I'm so confused." She has some of the answers I have been craving. Why won't she tell me? I have a right to know. It's my life that's being messed with.

She rises to her feet, brushing off imaginary dirt. "I'm sorry, I have to go. It's getting late and I'm tired."

"No!" I exclaim, jumping up and grabbing her arm. "Please. You have to tell me. Do you know who I used to be? What do you know? What's going on with Chips? You have to tell me!"

"You'll find out in due time." She yanks her arm from my grasp. This time, I let her walk out. I let her walk away, taking the answers I need with her.

I sink back to the ground. Tears of frustration pool in my eyes. I slam my fists on the ground. None of this is fair! Why can't I have my memory back? Why am I cursed with such a lack of knowledge?

I swipe the back of my hand against my eyes. No, I can't let myself break down. I'm stronger than this. I rise to my feet, walking towards the exit. I heighten my senses, causing a tingling sensation to run through me.

No one's coming. So, using my night vision, I'm able to guide myself back to my room. No one is here, anyways. They're all visiting their families. Well, except Kaylee, who is softly snoring.

Ignoring her, I climb back onto my bed. No way will I be able to sleep with the millions of thoughts and questions running through my head.

I allow electricity to run to my finger tips. With a flick of my wrist, I swirl the light in the air, forming loops and twists and patterns. I can trace a temporary heart before it is gone as quickly as it was formed.

I don't understand any of this. Nothing makes sense to me anymore, and I don't think it's just because of my memory loss. Something is going on, I can feel it. I think Hailee just confirmed that for me.

I shift onto my side, pulling my blanket closer around my body. I want my family. I want my memory. I just want the truth. Why is it all so unattainable?

Tears run down my face as I squeeze my eyes shut. Please, God, just let me fall asleep, let me feel the blissful ignorance of giving into my biological need.

Yet, I don't think I'll be able to.