Memory

Chapter Three- Trystan

I had luckily got home in time, right at three fifty-nine. My aunt had eyed me carefully as I walked around the house in silence most of the day. I avoided any of her annoying, prying questions. But for her sake, I answered one of them. She constantly asked if I was approached by anyone today, and I said no. I didn't want her to worry.

I did most of my homework earlier, but didn't really feel up to finishing it. So I just left it alone.

Now I lay in silence in my bed at night, staring up at the ceiling. Something about Dimitri had been a little...off. He'd seemed to switch in between two emotions; he had been hesitant and self-assured, it seems.

Huh. Well, the school's filled with weird people, Treated or not.

As I sit in bed, I think back to when he had been walking over to Lena and I. His gaze had been searching then; curious, even. As if he could've understood my words to Lena about being normal around me.

Uh oh. If he can lip-read--which some Treated people are taught to do to be capable of ratting us out--then he can figure out what I said, then he can rat me out to the principle, and then they'll contact the police and then...

I shake my head. No, there's no need to think about those things now.

Sighing, I flip onto my side, holding my hands close to my chest as I close my eyes. I feel blackness claim me as my last thought ending with Dimitri's searching stare.

I wake to the sound of the shrill beeping of the alarm of my iPhone. I almost growl with annoyance, but as I pick my phone up to unlock it, I catch a glimpse of the time: seven forty-five.

Damn it! I've slept in. Or, maybe I forgot to fix my alarm for earlier.

I fling my legs over the side of the bed, and unlocking my phone, I fix the alarm to the right time of six fifty.

With swift movement, I brush my teeth and wash my face, feeling refreshed already.

Careful not to wake my aunt sleeping downstairs where she collapsed last night, I tiptoe to my closet. I rummage through my clothes, biting my lower lip.

What should I wear today? I mean, it's not like anyone's going to care. But, I still like to look my best.

I slip out a white Aeropostale collared shirt, tossing it on top of my bed. If weather promises to be nice, then I will wear something like a spring attire; like a shirt and vest with skinny jeans. Probably with my cowgirl leather brown boots.

That sounds cute. Okay, I'll wear it.

Changing quickly from my sleepwear into my school clothes, I walk to my dresser, staring at myself in the mirror. Maybe I should fix my hair into a high ponytail. Eh, I'm not used to that look. I'll keep my hair down.

I comb back stubborn bangs with my fingers, but it refuses to obey my commands, falling back in place to cover most of my forehead in an annoying sweep that joins with the rest of my mop of hair to the side.

I glance at my bed, shaking my head at the tangled blankets and pillows strewn across it. I'll fix it when I get back.

Picking up my house keys and phone, I slip them in my pocket. I go over to the window next to my bed, overlooking some houses in my quiet neighborhood of Oakdale. The sun is shining brightly, and with a touch to the window, it feels warm beneath my fingers. I check the thermometer next to my window. It's about...seventy-eight degrees Fahrenheit outside. It's ideal, being that it is spring, after all.

I sling my shoulder bag over my right shoulder, and slip out my door. I begin to fall into my usual morning attitude, have been so used to pretending to be like the healed people that it seems necessary in the house.