Brooke's POV-
I walked into a restaurant. I had been running for miles and I was exhausted. I pulled out the contents of my pockets. $34 and 23 cents. I sat down at a table.
I looked at the TV. There was a brutal murder last night of a John Smith. The guys daughter was given safely to a church. The killer said her name was JD. I stopped.
It's my JD. I know it is. I know it in my heart.
I ran out of the restaurant, and I jumped on a bus.
"Where you going?" The bus driver asked.
"New York Park," I answer honestly and take my seat.
I was going to find JD, and I was going to help her with whatever mess she's got herself into.
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Who Am I?
Mistério / Suspense*He doesn't know who he is. He wakes up alone with no memory in a concrete cell. His ears have been cut off. When a girl appears in his cell one night, he knows he needs to do something. Escape seems impossible, but... It's the only option...
