Rochel's pov Memories,memories are what make you you.I can't remember anything other than a few minutes ago. All I know is my names Rochel.How do you know who you are if you can't even remember your last name.I don't know where I am or how I got here. All I see is people. I think I'm in a city.I see a woman that looks sort of nice and ask here where I am. "Sugar your in Central Park."she replies. "Thank you"I said graciously. I go to a cafe and ask for the phone. Not sure what to do I dial 911 and they answer "911 what is your emergency",a women's voice says "Umm I can't remember anything I woke up im Central Park and I'm at a coffee shop on Brooklyn." "Mam are you intoxicated?" "What, no! I can't remember anything but my first name please help me" " ok I'll have an officer come pick you up stay put." "Yes ma'am will do thank you so much"
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* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I really hope you enjoyed this chapter this is my first one I really hope you enjoyed it and I will be writing another soon the song is bellyache by Billie elish the picture above is the coffee shop
