CURSED // ZIGGY BERMAN X FEM READER

1990

I wake up, memoryless in the middle of a dark street. The only thing I am sure about, is my name. I feel like I've just been dead, and there are long scars peppering my stomach and chest. 

A light flicks on at the house across the street and a girl with curly hair steps out of the doorway, calling out to me. She looks to be about 13, as am I, I noticed, once I looked in a mirror. 

If I am memoryless, then how can I be sure who I am?

The answer is, I can't.