Oh my goodness, I can't believe I haven't been on this in over four years. I'm so sorry to any one who read this story and saw the incredibly depressing last update date and just died a little on the inside. Well I have decided to give this another try since now I am out of school and theoretically have more time. The beginning has been changed I feel as though my writing style has matured and I wanted to show that. So if anything is wrong please tell me since it is currently 1:15 am when publishing this and I did proof read but my brain could have missed something. Like always I don't Young Justice this is the story of my OC in this world, hope you enjoy!
The hardest part about realizing that you're alive is the pain. I mean honestly not to sound like a bad pun, but the pain is real a pain. The throbbing beats to the same pulse as my heart which feels as though someone could take my pulse down at my ankle.
Are you confused? Well don't worry friend, I am to.
Why don't I start at the beginning? Well sort of, memory loss is tough pill to swallow. It's frustrating and all consuming. Questioning, questioning everything. Maybe together we can find out if I still am the same or different, I do want to tell as much of my story as I can remember. So, maybe some day it will come back, but one way or another I will live my life to the best I can right now. If that means getting dressed in tights and a cape and swing from rooftops at 2 am then so be it.
I do however want to mention the single memory I have before that fateful day in the hospital bed, its more of a color and the feeling that it evokes. Red. Not the pretty candy apple that color I can tolerate, no the deep rusty red with almost a purple undertone. And the feeling, fear. Overwhelming terror, so intense I my heart stutters in my chest and I feel on the verge of a panic attack.
And on that cheery note I should probably start with my first true memory which was waking up in that hospital bed.