Dark Water

Miss Me Yet, Memory?

  I yelled, "HA! Can't catch me if your dead!" I then darted off, precious jewels stowed away in my purse. The jewels made it a bit harder to run, but I managed. Honestly, I really needed to sell these for some money. I was raised off a poor family, and we starved a ton. I basically survived off of begging, scraps, and loose change in peoples' homes. It truly sucked. Ironically- I would have been doing the same thing.. If it weren't for the help of my good pal, Hound. His real name is Michael Grey, but he prefers the name 'Hound'.

  I noticed the shopkeeper and some witnesses pull out their phones from afar, and dial 911 quickly as they could. I grabbed my gun, firing a bullet at the crowd. There were many screams of terror, and children running. I heard sirens in the distance, the volume slowly-yet-surely increasing.

  The police actually began advancing, and they came in large swarms. The echoing siren became louder. Turns out all the units came, and were chasing after me. I almost fell on the concrete. Thankfully, I pulled my self up, heaving the heavy purse up on my shoulders once more. The police were starting to advance on me. Then, my vision drew blurry, and I fell on the pavement.. That's all I could remember before I fell. Fell right into my broken memories.

  Turns out I blacked out, and woke up abruptly to a hoarse tone. It was a tall man- a stranger to be exact. "Aye- Chief, get o'er here. Monroe woke up." A more muscular man then walked over, grunting. He spoke in a sharp tone, "You know why your here, correct?" I shook my head, as the 'Chief' responded. "Don't play dumb, Arian."

  Arian.. Monroe.. Who are these people? Who am I, again? Why am I here, I mean, did I do something wrong? And if I am one of those people.. which one would I be?

Why can't I remember anything?