who am I? where am I? what am I ? The only memory I have ,is a voice inside my head. " Ray ?" this is the only memory I have . In the field full of high grass, I am looking at the red bloody moon, latching beneath the crow trees. The breeze light on my skin and the soft rustling sound created by the heads of the high grass, that brushed against each other. Expect that , there is this deafening silence, that begs one to take a bow. My eyes are strained on the breath taking site before me, I felt contempt , comfortable, safe. The grace was disturbed by a faint voice , calling behind me, "Ray". !! I am always eager to answer but I cant answer whoever is calling me because I always wake up at that very moment . I long conclude that this dream that I have dreamt for 18 years of my life ,is a memory . I was found by the hunters in the forest , a little red hair around the age of 5 years old, passed out near the river in the forest. I was told I was taken to the orphanage and the only word I spoke for the first 2 weeks was "ray" . Everyone couldn't understand as communication became difficult so at the end of the day , I was named Ray and I was raised in the orphanage too . life would have been better but as we all know ,life is really a terrible bitch. I have these attacks that randomly come out of the blues, lately I realised that they come from my mood swings and feelings'. in these seizure attacks , I feel suffocated , I cant breath , the hard I try the more I feel this oppressing gothic dark feelings . My throat burns and then there is this deafening silence accompanied by this ringing inside my ears. The air would feel hot , dry on my skin and I feel paralyzed. it feels like thousands of pin stabs on my skin. This pain? These feelings? This brutal torture ? Then the faint voice would come banging in! WHO ARE YOU? WHERE ARE YOU? WHAT ARE YOU? RAY??/