Rushed

After the accident I became no one…

I'm a blank slate.
I don't remember the larger things you take for granted, like who am I, where I live, or if I have a family.
I remember nothing of importance.
The only clues are in the ruins that surround me.

Walking into the club, the growly voice behind me entices me to learn about myself. To look at this moment instead of the past. To find out what my new life can be if I give it a chance.
He's excessive, he's empowering, he's dangerous.
He's more th...