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I woke up sitting in my desk chair. I stood up slowly and walked over towards my full length mirror inspecting myself.  I hadn't been able to remember what happened after I blacked out but as I looked myself over, I knew something bad had happened. I'd had gash on my arm that was still bleeding. I took a tissue to clean the wound and tied an old t-shirt around it.
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Over the next few days, I found more and more notes.  They began to appear in stranger places, like my locker, in my car, and even in the mall bathroom.  I had been writing them down day after day in my notebook. So far the page looked like this:
17
December 4, 2015
Meyer Acadmey
Baseball Bat
In the woods
# 25
Pink
December 23, 2015
Missing

These notes had been more and more frequent and connecting the pieces was proving to be more of a struggle than I thought it would be.  Amnesia continued to be her whimsical self, appearing for short periods of time and then whisking away ever so mysteriously.  She had begun to make me nervous when I was around her. I felt guilty as if I had done something to her every time her eyes locked with mine.  She continued to text me from the same number that was apparently out of service.  It seemed that the more I tried to figure out, the more confused I became.

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