I'm not crazy.
I just don't know who I am.
Or where I am.
"Amnesia," they all say.
That would explain alot.
They say they found me wandering off the streets and rescued me.
I don't feel rescued. I feel kidnapped.
I just woke up today. They say I was in a coma for three days.
I don't remember anything before that. But that is what amnesia does to you, after all.
All I remember is a letter, an initial of a name.
R.
That one letter keeps me connected to some type of past.
I'll find you, R...
