It must've been ten or eleven o'clock at night. Don't ask me where I was, don't ask me what I was exactly doing. To tell you the truth -- I don't remember. I was wandering throughout the foggy streets, stumbling upon uneven pavements, and repeatedly slammed into mailboxes.
I couldn't see clearly without my glasses on, I think I left them at home, but I don't remember that either. I wanted to find my way back home, and sleep peacefully like probably everyone else was doing. Only, I can't think of where I lived.
My memory started going little by little, and I only remembered my first name, Saige. There was no cars in sight driving down the road, but I felt like I was being watched.
The last thing I remembered was getting up weakly next to a dumpster, with my hands covered in blood, and my hair was sticky from the blood. Was it even mine?
My leg ached, and my head throbbed like crazy. Someone must've attempted to attack me, and for some reason wanted me dead.
There was screaming from before that I remembered, perhaps my own. Who was the question. Who is still out there to kill me?
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Whatever Comes To Mind
RandomNone of this is going to make sense, or possibly be the same story. All of this is whatever comes to my mind during this time. Enjoy!
