The Mirror

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Yet a part of me actually wanted to stay, wanted to trust him. So much so that I doubted it was truly coming from me.

But I have many reasons to not trust him. Reasons that I could not remember. Why can't I remember?
Ever since I arrived here I could remember nothing of my past. He said it was because of my accident. So then why are memories of the present missing too?

The other half of me was wide awake. Sustained by a fear that crept into my heart and refused to leave.

I was glad for it. It was the only thing I had left that didn't feel like a dream.

A twig broke sideways from me, pulling me out of my thoughts. It came from away from the path.

I grinned. was Jaime trying to hide something from me? Possibly a secret that will help me figure out what are his true intentions.

I skipped over to a dark figure hiding behind a tree. 

"Why hello there," I said cheerily.

The figure stepped out to reveal a thirteen year old boy with bright blue eyes and bleach blonde curls.

"Hello."

"Are you one of the guests I'm not supposed to bother?" I smiled.

"No," he grinned.

"What's your name?"

"Aden."

"Well Aden, would you like to come pick a few flowers with me."

He nodded.

We came upon a flower bed. The smell of the flowers filled the air. We sat down together and began picking snapdragons.

"So, why were you hiding behind that tree?"

"I was waiting for you Heart," he said simply without looking up.

So he's just as creepy as Jaime.

I waited for the uneasiness, but it didn't come. Instead I was perfectly calm.

"Why?"

"Because, you're the reason this whole place exists."

"What do you mean?"

"Heart?" Said a voice behind me.

I turned to see Jaime with His arms crossed and eyes glaring lasers into  Aden.

Yet Aden was only staring calmly up at him.

"What are you doing talking to him?"

I stood up. "Picking flowers, like I said I would do before".

I felt no fear, no uneasiness. It was as if Aden's presence blocked all that out.

"I thought I said not to talk to any of the guests," he said borderline angry.

"Aden wanted to talk to me."

He rolled his eyes, anger still present in his features.

"We should go back." He grabbed my hand roughly,  making me stumble after him.

I looked back at Aden for help, but he wasn't there.

Fear turned my heart cold. Anxiety gnawed at my insides.

"Where did Aden go?" I asked timidly.