Did you ever wonder what it was like to remember 4 things about yourself? Well let me tell you it sucks. The only things I remember is my name, Cassidy Green. My home, A mental Asylum. My reason for being at the mental asylum, having no memories of the previous day or days before that and what they are doing to me, trying to find a cure of my memory loss. Having no memories really sucks. You get a fresh start every day but you long to know who you are and what happened to you. Each day I wake up confused and alone. I then remember my surroundings, the Gray walls and the fence blocking me from the outside world. Each day a lady with silky blonde hair comes in and asks me a bucket load of questions about what I remember. Each day she tells me I am getting better but I know that I'm not. My one wish in life is to escape and recover the memories that have been left behind. However the reality is that I probably won't leave this place ever, which is horrible and breaks my heart every day. My only source of entertainment are my drawings. I have figured out that I got some fairly decent drawing skills. Each day I look at what I have drawn and try to put the pieces back together of my life. Of course, I am unsuccessful but a girls got to try. Interrupting my thoughts was the sound of gunshots going everywhere. This sound was new to me but little did I know that I would get used to it pretty quick, it's only a matter of time.
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Memories
Teen FictionWhen the only thing you know is your name and where you are, you will go to massive lengths to retrieve your memories and remember what you have lost.
