GRACE
Dear Sam,
Somethings wrong with me, my mind, its empty, i cant remember my name, how old i am, i don't know anything about me, there are gaps in my memory, its like somebody has vacuumed it up, all my thoughts, my feelings, there gone, i sit here, shivering, alone, and the only thing i know is you, Sam, that's the only thing left. I don't know how long i will stay human, i don't even know why I'm like this, its like one second I'm me, this familiar stranger and the next I'm running on four legs, a wolf, but that's not possible right? it cant be.
I'm writing to you now because i need help, i guess I'm just hoping you know what's wrong with me, tell me what to do, Tell me how, tell me when, tell me why. And if you think I'm mad, then fine but please st least rremind me of who i am, well, who i was.
I don't know why you are my only memory, it makes me wander, are you my brother? my father? my friend? are you my boyfriend or are you just some person i met once? i don't know, but please whoever you are there must be a reason i remember you.
I remember where you live, above the book store, i will go there tonight and if you get this, please write back, leave the letter at the house in the woods, you should know the one.
I sealed the letter and held it to my heart, all i had to do was wait, wait for the pain, the agony, the transformation, wait to forget.