prologue
1962
A million questions race through my mind when I open my eyes. I cannot recall where I am or where I came from. I feel like I've missed something important, like I know the answer to a question, but I cant find the words to describe it. I know my memories are in my mind somewhere, but they are just hidden like they were swept under a rug. the disturbing thing about my predicament is that I have no idea who I am. without any label or even a name to give myself, I am meaningless. I cannot say my hair is black, or I like the color green, because saying I would be a title. I have no title I am less than an animal. I can already feel my grasp on sanity slipping away, and my anxiety growing as I desperately search my brain for any evidence that I am not insane, and that I have a memory. I am desperate to find something that prophesy I am not an empty shell. I curl into a ball rocking back and forth sobbing. I have given up on trying remember I lay there an empty shell wishing death would take me.
