Prologue
Life.
If you say the word enough, it starts to taste funny on your tongue. The way it rolls around your mouth makes you question whether or not you invented it. I know, the same goes for any old word. But I've been talking a lot about life lately, so much so that my brain has been asking questions without the rest of my soul knowing about it. And the meaning of the word, the meaning of life, has become muddied up in my mind. I don't understand it anymore. But..I guess I never have.
Deep stuff, right? Laugh if you want. I don't mind, really. Maybe I'm too young to think about these things, my parents certainly seem to think so. But when you're watching your body fail you, when your mind is slowly beginning to wash away, something bizarre happens. You watch your innocence dissipate and suddenly you're left with one of two things: a wicked sense of humor or a depressed disposition. I wish I could say I had the first. But again, I'm being honest here, and as honesty dictates, I actually tend to lean towards the sadder one. That is, until something really wonderful happened in the most tragic of ways. I call her A.G.
Amnesia Girl.
Chloe Finch.
To tell my story, I have to tell hers and how she brought us all together. My name? Levi Woodale.
And this is life.
