(First Person Point of View: Thelma)
I watched Byron die. I checked for his pulse, but there's..... nothing.
I just sat down in the armchair, mortified. I felt contrite and guilty, I know that I should save this guy even though I don't totally know him. But something tells me that I've been with him through a lot of things. Unfortunately, I can't even remember his face in my brain, maybe because of the amnesia.
I need to find out what's my past. Because without the past, I won't be able to move on to the future.
I stared at the futile ceiling. There were already faults in it. I imagined it cracking and those detritus will fall and bleed me to death. I want all of this to be over. You know, after all that I've been through- just watching all these patients to die with nothing to do, I felt anxiety in my body.
No more lonely and rough nights, cause I say to myself what an atrocious world.
I clasped the kitchen knife on the table. This it! Thelma, this is the moment that you've been waiting for. Time to revenge against your hot tempered bastard parents whom gave you to a squalid orphanage.
I was about to stabbed it straight to my heart, but I dropped it when I heard a heartbeat.
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Forgotten
Mystery / ThrillerEverybody wants to be perfect. In achieving perfection, a man named Byron Adams didn't know that he'll be the first variable in the experiment. Dreams that he'll encounter, will the experiment be a success? The world had gone rogue and wicked. To cu...
