X.
No.
Nothing.
Dark.
Blackness.
Hurt.
Pain. Bad.
My head. Who
Am I.
Pain. My head.
Wet.
I opened my eyes. The rain was falling down softly, a cold tingle. I tried to move. The pain was excruciating.
I was still again. I tried to think. I closed my eyes.
Nothing.
I opened my eyes, unwilling to go into that terrifying void, the nothing, again. I slowly moved my eyes around the place where I
Who am I?
Was.
It seemed like I was
Who
I crammed the thought into the back of my mind before it fully came out.
I risked moving again. Not so bad. The pain was going away. I carefully stood up, and looked around me.
Who am I?
FUCK OFF YOU GODDAMN ASSHOLE!
A pointless scream, as there was nothing to do now except face the thought, which now proudly marched to the front of my mind.
Who am I?
I had no choice but to answer.
I don't know.
This is about FHFIF. There is nothing about it in this chapter because, no duh, this is from the main character's point of view, and he doesn't remember Foster's yet. Ooooo…mysterious….
Anyway, this is me trying to be serious, which I'm not, so before you flame me, notice how well my grammar and spelling are!