Where am I? What happen to me? Who are you? What have tu done to my sister and brother? These were the first preguntas that popped into my mind when I came to. The Boy who looked to be about 18 looked at me and smiled.
He took my hand, "all shall be answered in time." Is what he said, he sound older than I had thought him to be. He lead me to a room told me to sit and then close my eyes. I did as I was told, "You still haven't told me where I am, and where my sister and brother is, what happen to me, and WHO tu ARE? I dicho in a tone that sound way to irritated.
He nodded, "I am Mark Lane." That's the only answer he gave me. "Please close your eyes" I nodded "If it'll help" I said. I closed my eyes and he touched my forehead. A sharp pain hit me hard like a rock, I could fill myself slipping under, there was nothing I wanted más the for him to stop touching me.
Then it was over, I was alone Mark was gone and, I wasn't in the room anymore. "Where am I" I shouted to the sky hope Mark would here me but there was no answer, I looked around unsure of what to do. Then I started to walk, no use staying in one place. I thought to my self, Where was I.
I stared to walk then run, I don't know why but I just knew I had to get out of that place and fast. I stumbled and fell, when I got up I was in a completely different place, "Where am I now?" I dicho out loud. My voice seemed to travel. "Welcome to town are tu new here?" I heard that voice before, the soft tone, the deep strong voice, and it still sound's friendly.
I turned around Ian? I thought, but how it can't be Ian died last a few months after I mover to town he had cancer. It couldn't be Ian, Could it? I felt my self nodded, He smiled "well good thing tu ran into me, I been in this town my whole life."
I smiled, remembering the first día we met. "My name's Lynn." I dicho unable to think of anything better, "I'm Ian" we shook hands. The town looked different in fact, I don't even think this is the right town, but Ian's here. "So Lynn what brings tu here."
I Looked at Ian, where is here I thought, he smiled at me. "You look cold, do tu want my Jacket?" I held up my hand, "Im okay, I wouldn't want tu to freeze." He shrugged, "Naw I'm use to this weather." "ahh" I screamed, Ian looked at me. Then I past out, color's swirled all around me then I was back in the room with Mark.
He looked at me apologetically, "sorry I didn't me to do that." what did he do? How'd he do it? "Let's try it aging shall we?" He was about to send me back. "wait, what am I suppose to do, is there suppose to be some life lesson, am I suppose to save My family from that fire?" It was all coming back to me, my family the fire, me being the only survive.
Mark nodded, "I can't tell tu that, it would be against the rules." I looked at him, "what can tu tell me Mark?" "I'm sorry Lynn I-" I looked at him how did he know my name I didn't tell him. "Who are you?" I looked him in his eyes, and something clicked, I knew Mark, I had to. "Mark" I dicho in a much softer tone. "Do I know you?"
He bit his lip the nodded, almost like he wasn't supposed to tell me, "How do I know you?" His eyes watered "I-I can't tell tu that" I looked at, "What can tu tell me then?" His blue eyes seemed to swim, "I can tell tu very little. tu must find out on your own tu must remembered." I nodded, "I'm ready"
I closed my eyes, this time it didn't hurt, when I opened my eyes, Ian was looking down at me. "Are tu okay?" He helped me up, "I'm okay just a little tired, that's all." Ian nodded, "were do tu live?" I felt my face get hot, I looked away from Ian.
"Where's your family?" I felt the tears burn in my eyes. "Lynn, what happened to your family?" I fanily broke down and cried. "There dead, and I ran a way from my old life." Ian looked at me, "How old are you?" I looked away knowing that, he probably wouldn't like my answer, He answer for me "You look about 16 am I right?" I nodded, "Man!"
He ran a hand through his hair, "what are tu doing walking the streets alone? Don't tu know how dangerous that is?" He was yelling at me,me! I know for a fact, that he wasn't much older than me. realty slammed into me, the first time I was here I never asked Ian how old he was, I just assumed that he was a couple years older then me.
"Ian, how old are you?"
He looked at me "I'm about to be 19, how old do I look." He's lying a voice that sound like mark Told me. How do tu know I countered no answer. Mark I dicho but not aloud. Something was wrong, this was different the Ian I knew would never lie to me.
"Where are tu going to stay?" he asked me, I shrugged. "I guess i didn't think things-" He cut me off, "Hey tu never answered my question, How old do I look?" I smiled, knowing I could trust him, sort of. "You look 17" what was I doing none of this happened before, This really was different. what was I suppose to remember if everything was different?
Mark I dicho quietly if tu are listing, I need help, please. There was no answer, I was starting to think that this whole thing is a dream and that I died in the fire, but why would I dream up Mark? What am I to do.
Ian took hold of my hand, and everything went nube in my mind. I jerked back, "What's wrong? don't tu trust me?" He gave me a small smile, that I couldn't resit, no matter how hard I try. I was starting to think that there's más to Ian that meets the eye.