A few days have passed since I shot myself. I wake up to a delicious meal with the pitter patter of rain on my window. I've gotten to like this place. I've started to remember a few things that aren't exactly important, such as my favorite song, the name of my middle school, where I had my first kiss. Most of that was crap I don't care about.
I think it's so weird, that the theory or whatever it is about your life flashing before your eyes before you die never happens when I "die." I don't know, just a thought.
Ms. Doctor or what's-her-face walks in soon after I've finished my breakfast.
I immediately blurt out "What is your name?" I don't know why but I feel bad saying it.
"Well, Am, my name, in fact is the same as yours!"
"Amnesia?"
"No no no, Amy. Except my name is spelt A-I-M-E-E." She spells her name out slowly. "Aimee Jerkins."
"Cool." I reply.
Then there was a gunshot. A man in a black suit ran in to my room with a gun. I immediately guarded Aimee. Bam. I was dead. Again. I hope Aimee isn't...
Please... Please tell me she isn't.
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Amnesia
Fantasi"Who am I?" The story of a girl who can't get rid of her Amnesia, killing herself over and over again, but always living.
