Everyone has bad memories; I know that I do. Everyone has something they want to forget: something they did, something they heard, something they saw, something they said…
Most people forget these bad things as time progresses; the event that was at first so painfully clear and precise, eventually grows hazy and fades away…
But I cannot. The gift of forgetfulness is lost to me as I continually live out my fears and worst memories. I remember it all so well…
I wish I didn't. My perfect "photographic" memory, once a blessing, is now the bane of my existence as I am kept in my endless nightmare.
I am living in the past, reliving all that I wanted to forget.
My name is Sirius Black.
And I would rather die than continue living in this, my accursed past. But it is not my choice to make.