overture
In a way, it was like that day was my very first.
I woke up. I didn't know where I was. I was in a bed, but I don't know how I knew that. I couldn't remember the yellow walls or the picture frame which held some freckled girl and a blonde.
Lost. That's the only word that can sum it all up. Just so confused, scared, upset, but overall, I was fucking lost.
I ran out of the room shouting for help, and a person grabbed my arm. He was huge, but had a friendly face, and I just didn't know who he was. "Hey, sis, what's the matter?" I screamed, running from him and to a room with a tiled floor.
"Dear, what's wrong-"
"Who the hell are you people?!" I screamed so hard my voice came out ragged, outraged sobs racking my body. I didn't know this place. I didn't know where I was supposed to be, or what was, or-
They all looked at me like I was crazy, and I wish I could have told myself to calm down, but I just couldn't remember what it felt like to spin out of control, I couldn't remember how to be angry, and I couldn't remember my own fucking name for Christ's sakes.
I just couldn't remember.
Couldn't remember anything.
IMPRESSION.