The Forgotten

I don't know who I am. I can't remember anything. Not even my name. But I am being chased by brutal killers... I will probably be dead by the time you read this.

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1. Awoken

Sometimes, I wish I had never woken up that morning. I wish I'd stayed asleep while my body rotted. Because that day was pretty much the worst day of my life. When my eyes opened, I lay sprawled there for a while with a thumping headache. Eventually, I decided I was bored of the brambles underneath me. Wait. Brambles? Why was I laying on a bush of brambles? I got up, despite the fact my entire body was totally stiff and wanted to stay right where it was. What had I been doing passed out there? The truth is: I didn't actually have a clue. My name is lost from me. My name. If I can't remember my name, maybe I was a dead kid... wait, was I a kid or an adult? A girl or a boy? I was really confused. This was so strange.

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