Transformers Prime - Hazy

Stay: Book Three

I have no idea who I am, to put it simply. Supposedly I was engaged, but I doubt that now. I constantly wear a bracelet with someone else's initials, at least, I think they belong to someone else. My name is Jasmine Brookes, according to the paper I found in my pocket the night I woke up. I don't know what kind of nightmare I'd been trapped in, but I certainly hope it's over now. I just wish the nightmares I somehow can't remember for the life of me would cease. Waking up screaming in the middle of the night? Not my favorite hobby.

And through all of the torture and the glamour, I can't help but feel I'm missing something in my life. I just wish I could pinpoint what on Earth it was. I feel like . . . there's a gaping emptiness in me. And nothing I do can make it cease. The amnesia blocking parts of my life is destroying me, without making a single sound. And no one knows how to fix me.

The latest movie Daniel's having me do, though? Somehow I feel that it's going to change everything.