Fade to Black

Chapter 1:So it Begins

You know the feeling you get when you wake up?The feeling of you've forgotten who you are? 
Yeah,that feeling.Except for me its real,I actually am slowly forgetting myself. Its not just that though,I can see other people's pasts. Big events,small events and anything in between,I see it all.Every time I see someone else's past,a little piece of my memory is just -Gone. Like someone reached into the depths of my subconscious and said "oh look a memory,How nice! Kyle wont be needing this any time soon." And then they just plucked it out of my mind.
Its just annoying at first. The memories started when I was about three,so when I started babbling on about them my Mom thought i was just making stuff up.
    Then the memories got more personal.Darker,more secret.I saw my Mother's Dad,an old mouse-faced man with the personality of a snake.He was a wicked man who was drunk all the time,so my mother ran away and eloped with my father at age 20 and just a few years later,the magnificent person that is me was born. My father died in a plane crash about a year later.I saw the funeral through her eyes,felt her pain and grief firsthand.Her life and emotions played out before my very eyes.I told her all this,it didn't feel right to keep it from her. As I told all of this to her a look of horror came upon her face.She never told me about my father,and I had been too young to remember his funeral.She especially didn't speak of her father,he was locked away in the depths of her mind.A not-so distant memory she hoped to forget.My Mother demanded how I knew all of this,She didn't believe me when I told her. After that she stopped talking to me.Stopped telling stories,for she was scared of what I would say.The whole thing with the memories just kept coming in waves,and got worse each time.When I was about 12 years old,everything started fading.It was the little things at first-forgetting what I had for breakfast,What time I went to bed.Stuff like that.Then things got worse.I started forgetting where I lived and would wander the streets for hours until my Mom came for me.The more I forgot, the worse the memories got. After three years of finding me crying in the streets and wasting thousands of dollars on tests & therapy sessions,my Mother gave up completely.She shipped me out to Broken Minds Mental Hospital.Thats basically where I begin the story of myself,my unlikely group of friends and the Doctor who I am 99% sure is just as crazy as his patients. Welcome to my life.