The world around me is unfamiliar, no matter how much the people here try to convince me otherwise. They also plead with me to understand that I knew them before the accident, and so I should fully trust them now. But I do not.
It isn’t just because I don’t remember either. I know things that they can’t understand. I can understand those who talk in languages I have never heard. I don’t tell them. I don’t trust them. My senses tell me I cannot trust them. I trust my instincts.
Things in The Safe are unusual. We are told what to do and when to do it. We never go outside. We are trapped behind these white walls. We cannot make decisions for ourselves. They don’t trust us. Guards follow a step behind us where ever Alex or I go. We are never alone.
They have guns. I do not feel safe here.
Now we are following each other down a narrow hallway to our bedroom. It is night, and we are commanded to sleep. We need to talk the words are not whispered, but sent to Alex’s mind.
She heard my voice in her head and flinched. She turns to face me. I can only give a reassuring smile because using our voices is indeed too dangerous. She looks into my eyes as she thinks. We have to get out of here, Alia. I don’t trust any of these people.
I roll over on my bed to face away from her. We must convince the people who are watching that we are asleep and not in fact communicating with each other. They cannot know that we can do this. We don’t even understand how we are capable of this form of communication, but we must use the weapons we have. I know. They act too suspicious, with their guns and tying us up. Why do they say one thing and act another way?
They do not trust us! Suspicion is in their eyes.
I wish I could see her face right now, but I can feel the anger in her thoughts. I take a minute to slow my breathing to the steady pace that comes with sleep. I can hear Alex breathing. Why don’t they trust us?
They don’t trust us because we are different . . . and they know it.
My breath catches in my throat. How much do you think they know? There is a pause in our conversation as we are both thinking but neither speaking. How did they find out? Have they known all along?
I don’t know, Alia! I don’t remember anything! For all we know they could have created us and extracted our memories! I heard the ruffling of her sheets but no further noise. She must have been adjusting for the benefit of our spies.
But Alex, if they created us, wouldn’t they know everything we could do? Watching them take those precautions tells me they don’t know the extent of our abilities. Then the thought came to me, we don’t even know the extent of our abilities! We don’t even know what we can do beyond mind communication. Alex, what else do you think we can do? Why would they be scared of our abilities?
I don’t know if we’ll ever know, Alia. At least, not while we’re in here.
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