One Boy, One Chance, One Shot

Well, it all started with a shot.

What good story doesn't start with alcohol?

Well, mine actually started with two. A shot that made me completely oblivious, and one that stripped me of my innocence.

A murder.

The second of that bullet touching his chest made me feel weak, and I dropped to the ground, then woke up surrounded by blood.

My blood. Sound confusing right?

Well, I don't remember everything that happened. I will as I go on.

But everyday that I see him, the memories that I have just remembered the night before, vanish. It as if he erases my hard-drive.

But that sounds impossible.

Oh, here he comes. He is more handsome than ever.

So, what was I talking about?

Hi. My name is Ashley