I feel betrayed.

I don't understand. To wake up and not know where you are, to understand that you've just lost two years of you life and you have no memory, the only thing you thought you could trust. The thing you always relied on and that was always right there when you needed it to be.

To sit facing the man you loved and see a ring on his finger, and hear it from his voice, "Two years, we thought you were dead." Wondering whether it was my mother who betrayed me, and what happened to my father?

I killed someone who killed my best friend. To hear that the other closest to my heart is ok that even though he looked dead he lived. I don't understand I have to fill in the blanks with no connections and sources to draw from. When I awoke I was confused about my location, and my first worries were for my friend and that he and everything was ok. But to hear my worries lost and washed away by my undefined existence and unknown location. Is like hearing your death sentence, that you're alone with no connections in this world.

Except the man you love, who is no longer yours.