My name is Alex Jameson. I have really bad amnesia. It all started when I got hit on the head during one of my baseball practices. I loved baseball. I was one of my team's best pitchers. Because of that little incident, I forget almost everything that I do in a day every time I go to sleep, so I write down what I do every day in a journal. I woke up one morning and read everything. Everything I did in school and everything I did with my friends. Nothing bad, all good things. My best friend, Michal Krane, and I have pretty much every class at school together. He wasn't there that day. Later, after school, I went to his house. He lived right across the street from me. When I asked his parents if he was sick and stayed home, they said they haven't seen him since the night before. This concerned me. I wrote about how we went to the hill last night. Why did I come back, but not him? I wondered. After dinner that night, I went back over there to see if Michael came back, but there was a problem. The police were there. They had found him. He was still at the hill we were at last night. I was confused by what they said. They told us he was dead.
The cops had found him at the bottom of the hill. Apparently, Michal had a big gash on the back of his head. Someone had thrown a rock at him. They found the rock lying next to his body.
"We'll let you know if we find anything else that may help us find the killer," the cops told his parents. His mother was crying so much she couldn't answer. She just nodded as a response. I wanted to tell them about our walk, but seeing as I couldn't remember anything that happened, I decided not. The weirdest part was, I didn't even write down Michal being hit on the head by a rock. Who did this to him? Was it on purpose? If so, why did they spare me? Too many thoughts were rolling through my head. I needed to know what happened. Maybe seeing what hit him might help. I can sometimes remember thing if I see something that was involved with the activities I'd done. The police station was all the way across town, but that was where I had to be.
Sneaking in was pretty hard and it ended up not even being worth it. Nothing happened in my memory. Sneaking out was even harder. When I got home, I read through my journal again. Then I started to remember something from earlier in the week.
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"Hey, Alex, can I borrow your car? Mine's outta gas," Michal had asked me. I had no idea that his car was perfectly fine, nearly a full tank of gas.
"Yeah, sure. Just make sure that you stay safe with it," I told him. I wasn't at all worried. He was my best friend. He wouldn't do anything too bad. I should've asked where he was going. I was outside, enjoying the peaceful and pleasant day when he came back. He did NOT do what I asked. My car was wrecked.
"What the heck did you do?! What the heck did you do to my car?!" I shouted at him. What did he do, what did he do, what did he do??!! Why did he have to use MY car?? I was wondering. I could not believe he would do this.
"It doesn't matter. Look at this! Isn't this great?" he exclaimed, completely ignoring my question. I didn't have much time to worry about that. I noticed what he was holding. I could not believe what it was.
"Where the heck did you get this? What did you do!!!!!!" I screamed at him. He had a bag filled with probably a quarter of a million dollars. Probably less, but definitely a lot of money. "Did you steal this?" I whispered, half scared and half something else I'm not even sure of.
"It doesn't matter. We can split the money and we'd both be rich!" he said, completely ignoring me again.
"Tell me where you got that. Right now!" I shouted at him.
"Fine. Maybe I did steal it, but..." He didn't have enough time to finish.
"WHAT!!! I'm calling the cops. You can't get away with this," I tried to explain. We spent a lot of time arguing about what he did. Eventually, Michal said something to convince me not to do it.
