When I regained consciousness, my body felt heavy. Especially my eyes, my eyes felt like they were made out of lead. I had to struggle to open my eyes. My body and mind felt light, it felt warm but cloudy. When I opened my eyes I saw a white ceiling. I once again closed my eyes, I was about to fall back into the clouds of my dreams, when I suddenly felt like there was something I needed to do. I forced my eyes open and began to search the room. I continued to search but I recognized nothing. I knew what they were, but none of them felt out of place or like they were important. As my eyes continued to wander the room they looked down and saw my right arm. My arm was covered in bandages, a good white color.


    Then, what felt like a black wave flowed through my body. My mind regained its senses, but my body still felt light, likely because of drugs. I remembered the events leading to where I am. The boxer boy, the redhead Abby. The fight, and the path, the path that felt so cold and long.


    Once again my eyes wandered the room, I immediately recognized it as a hospital room. I was laying in a bed, I couldn''t see my lower body since my arm was in the way. I slowly regained feeling over my body. It felt light but tight at the same time. My arm and my right ribs felt tighter than the rest of my body.


    I thought about what I should do after this. My injuries will definitely affect my image at school. It couldn’t get worse, they could turn this around on me. After thinking about school, I started to think about one of my other times in this hospital. That time I was not here as the patient.


    A nurse making her rounds checked in on my room. She yelled when she saw my eyes. The nurse’s voice felt oddly familiar. Immediately the nurse called for backup, she then started to ask me questions. My name, age, birthday, and other simple questions. Apparently to test my memory and cognizance. Eventually a doctor came into the room, he looked tall and his aura was strong. He took me away for some test’s without explaining the situation.


    Three hours later I was back in my room. I was all alone again, the silence in the room was only broken by the sound of the air conditioner spurting air. I lay in wait contemplating myself.


    The door opened and a lady walked in, the lady was the nurse before, but without the uniform.


    “Hello, I came to keep you company.” She said with a smile. The nurse walked and sat down in the chair next to my bed.


    I spoke slowly, “Why? You are off your shift, right? There is no need to keep me company.”


    “There are a number of reasons actually. You might have guessed that I am off my shift, but you wouldn’t know that all I have at my home is a cold empty house.” The nurse said. I suddenly felt a little sympathy for this person.


    “That doesn’t mean it has to be me.” I spoke simply, a little hopeful.


    “You might not remember but I was the one who found you.” The nurse said with a kind expression. All I could remember after making it to the hospital was the light, and a voice. That must have been her.


    “Thank you.” I said truthfully.


    “You''re welcome.” She said with a smile.


    We then started talking, I learned that I had been unconscious for three days. I asked more questions about her, she was in her early twenties, working as a nurse, and had no family. She was very patient with me even if I asked difficult questions. Overall I would say she was a good person, however who would know her evil. I activated my ability, relatively few evil memories came up. All of them were evils I would consider acceptable; white lies, and small things others might not consider evil at all. But there was one evil that was different: it was dark. I advanced my ability and learned more, I learned why she doesn’t have a family anymore.


    Once again I found somebody who did not disgust me. I want to remember this person and her past. I felt that no matter what I don’t want to forget her memory.


    “What is your name?” I asked.


    “You’re finally asking my name, you asked for practically everything else.” She said with a playful annoyed expression.


    “My name is Amanda Alga.” She introduced herself with a bright smile.


    “I will remember it.” I said determined.


    Amanda giggled and said, “You''re so cute.”


    “What?” I said embarrassed.


    “You act like remembering my name is a big favor. It''s cute.” She said smiling and hugging my left arm.


    “But I was serious, I do not remember the names of unimportant people. Names have deep meaning to me, I refuse to learn somebody''s name just to forget it eventually. When I ask for someone''s name it means that I will remember it, and them.” I spoke a lot but I was serious about every word. Amanda was a little shocked and her jaw dropped for a second. I took this time to try to remember the face of this important person. She had beautiful, sweet brown hair and brown eyes. Her hair fell past her shoulders, her eyes were big and innocent.


    “T-that''s Admirable.” She almost whispered her cheeks blushed with embarrassment. Then looking like she remembered something Amanda’s face went white.


    “You don’t act very much like your age.” Amanda’s eyes avoided mine.


    “Why do you say that?” I said, trying to reconcile the conversation. Amanda hesitated before speaking again.A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.


    “There’s the thing with names, but your determination, and your mentality.” She spoke quietly.


    “Determination, mentality?” I asked confused.


    “Do you not realize? With a broken arm, three broken ribs, and countless other injuries you got yourself to the hospital. When you tripped on the curb you started to crawl, you crawled nearly 30 feet. During all of this you did not cry or yell for help. Even ignoring the pain, you did not yell at all, like you weren’t even expecting others to help you. All you said was live over and over again. That can’t be considered normal for anyone.” Amanda said this with much worry. But her gaze returned to me and I could see tears starting to form in her eyes. I once again reaffirmed the idea that she was a good person in my head.


    “What''s not normal? The fact that I wanted to live. That I didn’t call for help, everyone ignored me anyway.” I said quickly trying to explain myself.


    “How far did you walk?” Amanda asked, “People surely wouldn’t have ignored you in the state you were in.”  Amanda hugged my hand tighter and I got the feeling she wouldn’t let go for a long time.


    “It wasn’t far.” I tried to comfort her, but she wouldn’t let go. We stayed like that for a long time, until the door opened again. Walking into the room were two men, a short and friendly looking one and a tall and straight forward looking one. I didn’t know these people, but I could guess who they were. I hid my phone behind my arm.


    “Hello, how are you doing, young boy?” The short one said.


    “Why are you here?” I asked seriously. Amanda returned to her seat and sat patiently.


    “We are with the police department,” the short one said as they both flashed their badges, “We want to ask you some questions.” Once I realized the situation and immediately cooled my head. I considered how I should play this, but it seems that it would be hard to tell the complete truth.


    “What do you want to ask?” I said normally.


    “We want to ask how you got those injuries.”  The taller man said.


    “I got beat up.” I tried to say as little as possible.


    “We know that, we also know where, what we want to know is why and who.” The short one said, he kept his smile, but it was slightly disturbing. I could tell his smile was fake, he was scheming right now.


    “His name is Kurt, he is a senior from my school. As for why, I don’t know.” I said again, hiding the truth.


    “Really, camera footage shows that the pair of students went into the alley first, and then you followed them in.” The short man said.


    “The guy dropped something by the park. I just caught up to return it, I don’t know why he beat me.” I combined part of the truth with lies. He passed by the park, but he didn’t drop anything.


    Amanda jumped to my defense, “Isn’t he the victim why are you interrogating him like a criminal?” While true her words don’t stand a chance against the law.


    “First of all nobody knows what happened in that alley except the three of them. Second, nobody would go this far if you are only returning an object. Third, just because he was beaten up doesn’t mean he did nothing wrong. Fourth, we interrogate everybody this way.” The short man quickly refuted her argument with many points. Amanda fell silent, not able to refute any of his points.


    The short man went on the offensive, “Now, video footage also shows the other guy running off before you exited the valley, why is that?”  I concluded from the information they had that they had not found Kurt or Abby. Which means for now my testimony is all that matters.


    “Because I scared him.” I answered truthfully.


    “What makes you think you can scare him considering the state you''re in now?” He asked patiently.


    “Because I know what he did.” I said with a slight smile. I had considered other paths that I might make for this conversation, but the others might not work as well as what I had planned.


    “And what did he do?” The tall man quickly asked.


    “If I told you, would you believe me?” I said reasonably.


    “So that means you have no evidence?” The short man picked up on what I was laying down.


    “Does it matter if I have evidence or not?” I said with a smile. The trap was set now it only mattered whether either of them stepped in it.


    “Of course it matters. Accusing somebody without evidence is wrong” The tall man spoke frustrated.


    “But it’s fine for the police?” I asked sarcastically.


    “Of course it''s not.” The tall man walked even further.


    “But you are doing that to me, are you not? You made presumptions about me without enough evidence and then accused me of even worse things. You didn’t even try to find the other people, even the one who put me in this state.” I went on a rant with more in the chamber.


    “Bu-” I waited for the short man to start talking to interrupt him.


    “Wouldn’t that mean that you are just lazy, or corrupt, or stupid.” I stated, not finished yet.


    The short man got angry, his face was slowly getting red and he started to raise his fist. The tall man only sat thinking.


    “Now the police are bullying kids, trying to conduct investigations without even the child''s legal guardian present. Is this too much injustice? Should I have to go through this in the state I am in? I did not get beaten black and blue, with a broken arm, broken ribs, injuries across my entire body, Crawl six miles alone, just to get bullied by the police.” I made a convincing performance with emotions in the right places. I think I should get an oscar for my acting.


    The short man exploded, but he held his ground. Mainly because the tall man was holding him back. Now it was time to finish it.


    I clicked to stop recording the video on my phone and lifted it.


    “Mr. officer, our entire conversation was recorded, so get the fuck out.” I said with a cheerful smile. The short officer went white and made a jump for my phone, but was caught by the tall man who dragged him out.


    Amanda sat shocked for five minutes. Suddenly she came up with words.


    “You''re awesome, they retreated with their tails in between their legs.” She said with a slightly sad face.


    “It’s nothing.” I said humbly.


    “But didn’t you say you didn’t walk far? Six miles was it?” Her face slowly turned mad. But to me it did not seem so bad. It just meant she cared for me. After she played around with my arm for a while she got serious again.


    “Where are your parents?” She asked. I did not want to lie to her.


    “My father is likely working, as for my Mother she-” It was hard for me to continue but Amanda understood.  We both stood silent for a while not knowing what to say.


    “Thank you for saving me.” I said heartfully.


    “It was no problem, it''s my job after all.” She said cheerfully.


    “Is your job a hero?” I asked cornily.


    “Yep, I''m your hero.”  She said with a bright smile. She must be happy that I survived, only a good person would be like that. Meanwhile I''m just happy I found another person my heart can be comfortable with. After a long period of laughing I calmed down.


    I then asked seriously, “How long until I can get out of here?”