So where do I start, I am a lady who lives down the 22 Elms Street.
There are only 3 things you would want to know about me; I have three names, I have a great friend, Violet, I write my tasks on a sticky note pad stuck on my black refrigerator. I think.
Oh, um, where was I, names I think, my second name is, Patient number 1382. Or 1283.
They say they will get me, my Violet back only if I eat my medicines. I really miss her. I don't have sticky notes here. But I write in this notebook everything that starts to make sense. Is it possible that some information makes sense to me, even though I cannot recall it all.
How there are sticky notes around me, or a black scary cat sipping milk in my nightmares. I have jotted it down 35 days back. Or 24.
Like how I remember every sound of the conversation I heard, in the morning I think, where someone said,
"Dr.Elizabeth, we cannot help it anymore, the progress has drastically fallen since the last two years, according to the scan, I am afraid Emmy"s brain will stop responding within the next two days."
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3 Things You Need to Know About Me
Mystery / Thrillera short but gripping psychological thriller, nothing is as it seems. When Emmy wakes up in a hospital with no memory of how she got there, she is found sharing her experience of amnesia in an interesting way. "I, hereby warn you to not make any sens...
