Six years Later:

Chapter Seven:

Don't own.

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Matt groaned and turned over in his bed. He turned again. He sat up.

"What time is it?" he asked aloud to the air. He ran his dreary eyes along the room until they landed on his alarm clock which told him that it was indeed 11:07am. "What?" he rubbed his head. Matt was feeling a little dizzy, and he couldn't figure out why this morning was so strange. For one thing, he couldn't even remember getting into bed the night before. Figuring he had better get down the stairs and explain to his mother why he missed school, he dragged his feet out from under his sheet and set them on the floor. Pushing himself up off the bed, he attempted to stand but collapsed on the floor.

"What's going on? Why am I so dizzy?" he tried to lift himself up. "Why can't I freakin' stand?"

After a couple minutes of sitting on the floor regaining balance, Matt finally got himself to his feet again and hobbled down the stairs. "Mom?" he croaked out.

"Matt? Are you okay? You look horrible!" His mother, seeing him from the kitchen, ran to his aid and helped him down the rest of the stairs. "I thought you had gone to school already!"

"Yeah… I don't know Mom… do you remember me coming home last night?"

"No, it must have been pretty late. I went to bed around 11." She sat him down at the kitchen table then put on the hot water kettle. "You look terrible… what were you doing last night?" she looked at him, worried. "You don't remember?"

"No." he looked down, trying to remember what had happened the night before.

"Matt." She stared at him with a look of disappointment.

"No, mom!" he jumped, realizing what she must be thinking. "I'm not into that anymore! You know it! You know what I'm doing, the cops would know about it if I were into that."



"Well…" she sat down next to him with a sigh. "I never know. You could have a moment of weakness you know. Do you go to Jeremy's last night?"

"No." he gazed into no where, trying to remember something. "Wait!" he grabbed the table. "I remember… I saw Jeremy yesterday! Yeah, and Inez and Jackie found out!"

"Found out what? Matt… you didn't tell them that—."

"No, they don't know about all that, but they did find out I was hanging out with Jeremy, and they were both really mad at me." He groaned and dropped his head on the table realizing what a mess he was in.

"Matt, you know you can't tell those girls, no matter how close you are." She rubbed his back softly.

"But Mom, they'll hate me! They'll never talk to me again! And they're my only friends!" his pulse went up and he began to feel rising anger. He sat up quickly as his adrenaline started to pump and he looked all around frantically. His mother took her hand away and stared at him, confused.

"Mom?" he said weakly. His eyes went blood-shot and his pulse went even higher. "I c-can't… I can't see…"

"Matt…" she took a couple more steps back. "I'm calling the doctor."

He started shaking and in moments his eyes had rolled into the back of his head as he crumbled on the floor and seized.

…

Everything was blurred when he opened his eyes. Nothing was clear, it was all colours and white splotches. "Hello, is anyone there?" Matt gasped. He was breathless.

"I'm right here, hon." A cold hand suddenly touched his and grasped it. "It's me, your Mom."

"Mom…" his voice was shaking. "What's going on? Why can't I see anything?"

"Just rest, hon. They're trying to find that out. You had a seizure."

"I did? Why?"

"I don't know. But Hon, someone is here to see you! I thought you'de want to know."



"Who?" He turned his head in the direction of where his mother's voice was coming from. All he could see was a blurry figure moving toward him.

"Hey Matt, it's me, Inez." The figure spoke quietly.

"Nezzie! I'm so sorry!" Upon hearing her voice and remembering what she had learned about him, his heart raced and his adrenaline began to pump again. He started to breathe hard and his vision clouded into black. Inez's voice was drowned out of his head by the sound of his heart-rate beeping at him faster and faster.

All went black.

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"Matt, can you hear me?" an unfamiliar voice suddenly aroused Matt from his seemingly never-ending sleep.

"Whoa!" his eyes shot open and he looked up to see clearly a man standing over him. It was a doctor. He could tell cause he was wearing a white coat with a stethoscope around his neck.

"How are you feeling?" he doctor asked him as he wrapped a blood pressure band around Matt's arm.

"Great, actually." Matt blinked a couple times. His head felt perfectly clear. "How long has it been… I don't remember much."

"It's been a couple days." The doctor replied. "You've come in and out of consciousness, but we've tried to keep you asleep because you usually went into a seizure whenever you woke up."

"But you're waking me up now… does that mean I'm better?"

"We're hoping so. We still don't know exactly what happened to you, except that you were shot with something. And whatever that was it was completely messing with your system. You should be okay for a bit, but I need you to try not to get your adrenaline going or your heart rate up, okay? You need to take it easy for a bit."

"But…"

"Don't worry, I have already talked to the authorities on this, you are officially laid off of the work you were doing. Yes, I know about that. Obviously something wasn't going well, and you need to stay away from that crowd."

"Are you serious?" Matt felt a little disappointed. He kind of liked the idea of spy work and all that.



"Matt, something happened to you. You don't remember, so we don't know what it is, but it's bad. It seems like experimentation was being practiced on you, so it is absolutely unsafe for you to go back."

"Well then don't you think we should find out who did this to me?" Matt growled, angry someone would dare try experimenting on him. Whoever it was, they were going down!

"You need to relax, and here you are already getting your heart rate up. I have some prescription for you to take that will calm you down. Whenever you are stressed, scared, nervous, or anything that gets you excited, I want you to take one of these, alright?"

"Fine." He took a deep breath. "This is going to suck."

"Yeah it is, but its life. So go home and rest, ok?"

"Yeah."

The doctor left and soon Matt's mom came in with all his belongings. He got several more talks with different nurses, pharmacists and police officers. Finally, he had his clothes on and was being walked out to the car with his mother. He was quiet, trying to process everything that had happened. Why couldn't he remember anything? Who had done this to him? Had this really taken place at the party scene? He didn't normally go to those on week nights. The last thing that he could remember was his fight with Jackie and Inez… he needed to talk to them.

…

"Okay, so try not to say anything that will upset him… be nice!"

"I know, Jacks! We're here to keep him company, not give him pep-talks!"

"I know!" Jackie clapped her hands excitedly.

"What are you so cheerie about?" Inez frowned.

"What are you so upset about?! I'm just happy to see Matt!"

"Yeah, I guess." She shrugged. Jackie wrapped on the door and it opened to Matt's mom.

"Oh, hello! Girls, come right in, Matt will be so happy to have visitors, especially you!"

They followed her up the stairs and up to Matt's door. She knocked.

"Come on in Mom, you know you don't have to knock!" his voice called from the other side.

"Are you decent?"



"As decent as I get, what's going on, mom?"

She opened the door and the two girls walked in.

"Oh." He blushed. "Well, if I had known I might have put a shirt on or something."

"Hi, Matt! How are you feeling?" Jackie ran up to his bedside and sat next to him.

"I'm feeling fine!" he smiled. "It's so nice to see you guys!" he was beaming. Nothing was better than seeing his good friends after his traumatizing hospital trip. Inez slowly walked up and sat down next to Jackie on the bed. "So what have you girls been up to? Anything new?"

"Oh, tons!" Jackie shrieked and began to spill out all the bloody guts of gossip at their school. Matt honestly didn't give a crap about the gossip, but he listened anyway to her with a smile. He appreciated any kind of company at this point. After a little bit, there was a silent pause and Matt seized his opportunity.

"Hey, I was wondering… do you guys remember what we were talking about last time I saw you, before the whole hospital thing?"

The girls glanced at each other with wide eyes then back at Matt.

"Well?"

"Yes." Inez replied. "We were talking about Jeremy."

"Yeah, I remember that, but what happened next?"

"We went home." Said Jackie.

"No, I don't remember going home though! Do you?"

They looked at each other again, this time with a more confused expression.

"No." Inez said quietly. "It's kind of vague."

"Don't you think that's weird?" Matt sat up excitedly. "I think we're on to something!"

"Maybe…" Inez leaned back in thought. "If all three of us have fuzzy memory… something might have…"

"That's right, Nezzie! Use that brain!" Matt shot his fist in the air.

She looked up determinedly, breaking out of her thought world. "We need to find some way to get those memories back, guys! Someone did this to Matt, and we are going to find out who!"



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Yeah, I guess I am getting a little tired, so I am going to go ahead, post this chapter and hit the sack. I am sorry this took so long, ya know I have been living in Switzerland and I just got back to normal life! So yeah, go ahead and review if you like… don't worry, you'll find out more in the next chapter which I just might continue soon here.

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