I Don't Remember

I blink letting my eyes readjusting to the dark atmosphere of this cold dark interrogation room. My head stings with pain and a feeling like... something is missing.

What was I doing here? Memories flashback where I remember being in this room with a man. Though I can't remember much about it, I feel like he mainly just crossed his arms avoiding my questions.

Mr. Markle... my client, the guy that was charged for all those things... But before I can reestablish my thoughts a husky voice rings out.

"Finally waking up again. How does your tiny little head feel." Mr. Markle smirks at me as he steps into my line of site. Why am I on the floor and what is he talking about. Noticing fully my surroundings a small bit of me is still left puzzled.

"W-what's going on weren't we just at the table talking?" I look up feeling so confused about this whole situation. The only thing I remember was walking into the room and confirming who my client was. My head receives a sharp hot pain that made me place my hand on my forehead. Is that really all that happened? Why do I feel so confused like a piece of me is missing. Mr. Markle starts chuckling as he approach towards me holding a pair of scissors... wait.

"Mr. Markle... how did you get that.." I start crawling back feeling a sense of fear even though we tested it and it doesn't even cut. And wasn't that piece of evidence in my bag how did he get that? It doesn't matter though as he continues his laughing and keeps his advancement towards me as he taps his finger on the tip of the scissors.

"I always hated how you called me by my last name its too... formal... but we could always change it." He smiles sending shockwaves down my body.

"W-what do you mean" I swallow trying to regain my confidence. "What do you mean by change it?"

"I will tell you just cause you wont remember it." He points the device at me. "These bad boys can enter anyone's mind showing me every memory that allows me to cut and then replace with my own choices." He explains it so... casually.

"This doesn't make sense." I feel my face get hot with frustration. "I-its not like its magic so it doesn't exist. AND even if it were true why wouldn't you just leave everyone paralyzed or something."

"It doesn't work like that." He yells at me as back myself towards the wall. I look around trying to find a button of some sort to try and let the guards know I am in some sort of trouble.

"It's hypnosis I can remove a memory and replace it with another. But the mind could always reject the new memory cause it contradicts with another one." His regains his composer and starts to relax again.

"For example." He continues as I spot the red button. Slowly inch by inch moving towards it while my back is against the wall.

"Your memory from Harvard of that one professor telling the class to always distance yourself from your client. That is why you won't call me by my first name." I freeze. How does he know that... is what he saying really true?

"We can change that though. You won't even remember it. Hell you won't even remember this conversation. You will just be back in that chair just a little... forgetful." He starts walking towards me as all I can feel is panic. I lunge towards the button using all my strength but before I was able to put my finger on the button everything went dark...