There are lots of terms thrown around when people describe me. Special. Unique. A Fighter. No matter how much they tapdance around it, the truth is quite clear to me. Mentally Off-Kilter. Of course its been 3 years since the event, but the destruction it has caused is ever-present. When I try to think back to what happened, I just can't. I can remember everything before, and everything after its just that one time in my life that everything is a mush of vague memories that come in wild dreams. Many a peaceful night in my house is shattered by blood-curdling screams of remembrance as my brain desperately tries to piece together clues. Some inner-sense makes me know that figuring out exactly what happened is crucial and of dire importance, yet the harder I try to remember, the worse my memory gets. My mind is like a scratched diamond. Perfect everywhere except for one scratch. Damaged and ruined forever, this impurity carved in my brain irreversible.
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The Scratched Diamond Diaries
Misterio / SuspensoThe journey of a girl who has lost a part of her memory in an event that only she has witnessed. She knows that it is crucial to understand what happened, but her mind is too damaged to remember any parts of it. Will she be able to piece together cl...
