The bright sunlight burned her eyes as she ran down the street. Looking for help, looking for anyone to save her rescue her. But how could she be rescued if she couldn't remember her own name. She fell to her knees and screamed. Tears running down her face as she tried to pull herself together. All she wanted to do was remember. All she knew was the small dark room, the size of a broom closest, that she had lived in the last 2 years. When she stood up again she looked around frantically, trying to place herself. Trying to view herself as if she was Google Maps.
Hours went by, she just kept walking, it was getting dark now and soon she'd have to take shelter. But how could she ask for a place to sleep if she couldn't remember her own name.
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Mystery / ThrillerShe doesn't know who she is. She can't remember the last 23 years of her life. All it took was one party, one man, one drink, and one kidnapping later. Cheyenne Bryant most figure out where she's from and who she is.
