Oblivion

Oblivion

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Last published Mon, Aug 28, 2017

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I didn't have a picture perfect life... But in all honesty, it wasn't the worst living situation. From what I remember, I grew up in a small house on the wrong side of the tracks with my older brother and my mother. It isn't that my mom wasn't a good parent, or that we didn't have enough money for groceries. I'm not entirely sure what it was that made me crack, but according to my doctors it was an extreme trauma that I couldn't remember. The simplest way to explain my situation is I woke up one day in a hospital, with an IV in my arm and a pounding head, having no idea what happened to me. I couldn't recall any short term memories from days prior. I was so confused as doctors swarmed around me, checking my eyes and ordering the nurses around. I had no idea what was going on, and I had no idea why there were police officers standing outside of my hospital room door. I felt like I was frozen, and like all of my memories were just lost - lost in oblivion.

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