Pain is only relevant if it still hurts,
I forget like an elephant, or we can use a sedative and go back to the day we fell in love just on our first kiss

UNI by Ed Sheeran

I woke up at 5 am sharp the next morning. The sun was still hiding beneath the trees, and Joe's house was quiet. The girls and I were sleeping in one of the spare bedrooms, and Zach had claimed a room for himself next door. Bex still snored on beside me, Macey's face looked peaceful and calm, while Liz was curled into a ball, dreaming, possibly of computers. I was alone.

I found my way to the bathroom and looked into the mirror. Physical appearances had never mattered to me before, unless it was to change mine. I looked different in the artificial light, my reflection staring back at me, a challenge.

I looked weak. I felt weak.

Without thinking, I grabbed my knee length spandex running pants, and my running jacket, then headed outside to lace up my running shoes.

The morning was cool and moist, the dew was rising off the ground and still clinging to every particle of grass. The stillness was peaceful, undisturbed by human influence. The forest smelled of cedar and pine, and the needles crunched under my feet as I headed off at a jog.

Running, running away. Running to nowhere, running to everywhere.

The music in my ears pounded along with the rhythm of my feet. Kenny Loggins Footloose.

I've got this feeling/That times are holding me down/I'll hit the ceiling/Or else I'll tear up this town.

I left the forest behind, coming to a gravel road. The crunch of gravel grew louder and louder, faster and faster as I increased me speed. Soon, I was sprinting, full speed, imagining my nightmares chasing my tail. I kept going, feeling the pain, willing my brain to stop feeling and start living. The pain was gone now, replaced by power. Down the road, flying feet and flying rocks, until I reached the end. Pain is 100 percent mental.

I stopped, panting. exhilarated, feeling the pounding blood rushing through my body, circuiting from my legs to my heart then over again.

I reached my hands to the sky, watching the sunrise, enjoying the sweat rolling down my back. I felt strong again, revitalized with the world in the appearance of the sun.

I pulled out my headphones and sucked in the warm sunlight. I looked up, straight into so the sun. My vision turned white.

The bright light reminded of something.

Running feet down a pale tile corridor. Clicking of nurses heels in the cold, sanitized room. Beeping of heart monitors. I opened my eyes to see a striking, red headed face. The green eyes, those eyes stayed with me.

I gasped at the memory.

Screams of pain fill the air around me sometimes. At night I can't sleep. Their screams keep haunting me until I'm wide awake. The eyes are back, stroking my hair, soothing me into the night.

My mind has betrayed me. Precious memories, slipping through my fingers. Where did they come from? How? I can't comprehend. I take off running, back to the house.

Then I'm screaming, red hot fire, cold dark night. Blue bruises and red marks. Green eyes comes back each time, telling me stories and lies, lies and stories. I believe the words she says.

I can see the forest again. I'm running faster, faster then before, but this time, the pain is not even nagging at my mind. I'm consumed, searching my mind for its hidden knowledge.

It's dark again and the same green eyes are back. But it's a different person, a boy my age. He takes my hand and shows me a passageway. I look back at his eyes when I leave.

I'm to the house now, and up the porch. I throw open the door and run into Zach, who's chest bumps into my head. I look up into the same green eyes.

I run out of the prison, towards my safety. They haven't noticed my absence yet. I'm almost to the clear. The red alarms blares behind me. I race faster, on and on.

'You were green eyes' I murmur in a daze. I'm pacing now, back and forth. Remember, remember. Come on, come on.

I wake to a cold blanket of snow. I was running, and they were chasing. Now I'm here. Where? I keep climbing, I'm on a mountain. When they find me, they call a ride. I'm home now.

Why can't I remember? My brain has never failed me like this before. Confusion clouds Zach's face. 'What?'

'I remember. A time where I was captured by the Circle. You led me to a passage during the night and I escaped.' I say, I don't mention the part about his mother.

He looks puzzled for a moment. 'That hurt for a few days afterwards.' he says, wincing at the thought.

'Wait, you knew! You knew about this and you didn't tell me?' I exclaim, furiously.

'They'd wiped your memory so well, I can't even understand how you know this now.' he says. 'Besides, I don't even know the whole story. All I know about it was what Catherine my mother told me. She was obsessed with finding you. One night, whe showed me your tortured self. I helped you escape, becuase you reminded me of myself, captured and alone. I didn't know it was you until you reminded me of the time I helped one of the Circle prisioners escape.' He finishes, looking rather scared.

'Thanks. And thanks for taking a beating for me. I know the pain Catherine can inflict.'

He looks relieved. 'You'd better hurry inside. Joe's wearing holes in the carpet'

Entering the room, I see Zach's right. Joe paces back and forth, while Bex watches TV and Macey files her nails. In our room I see Liz hacking into some secure firewalls.

As I enter, Joe glares. 'Why didn't you leave a note? Where were you anyways?' he says, noting my apparel.

'Running. But that's not important now. I just remembered something. A flashback. I don't know how, or where, or anything. It just popped into my mind.'

They listen intently as I recall my time spent in the Circle's prison.

'They tortured you?' asks Joe.

'He saved you?' asks Macey.

'You were captured?' says Bex.

Nod. Yes.

The Chameleon's record has been broken, the perfect slate tarnished.

Liz puts a small hand on my arm. 'Your record isn't the most important thing Cam. You're safe, that's all that matters.'

Bex grins. 'Joey, now that Cam is back, we should have some fun!'

Joe glares at the use of his nickname.

Too late, Bex has already pulled me out the door.

Oh boy.

Pain is only relevant if it still hurts,
I forget like an elephant, or we can use a sedative and go back to the day we fell in love just on our first kiss

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