Memories, huh? They’re weird things aren’t they? Your memories can make up the person known as you. So what happens if you lose your memories huh? That’s my story. For all of my 20 years of life Ive always had a horrible memory. So bad that I can barely remember up to 2 years back. The rest are all in fragments. One day I had an accident. I received a head injury. Of course I was knocked out, and taken to the hospital.

When I woke up, the room was empty. It wasn’t like I was expecting any of my nonexistent family members or friends to be there, sitting there and waiting for me to wake up or something. The room was dark. It was kinda lonely. My mind started to wander, I started thinking about going home and eating some of the tacos I like so much, even though I hate it. Then I start thinking about the family I had. And I remember my sister, which was weird because I never had a sister…..or did I?

Anyway, the doctor walks in at this point so I brush off whatever it was I was thinking about. He started telling me about my condition and blah blah blah. It wasn’t anything major, so was able to get out of there the same day. Which was nice. I go home to my small apartment room and instantly crash on the couch where I fall asleep almost instantly. I had a dream that day too. A dream that seemed too real to be one. When I woke up I felt angry because I don’t like waking up in the morning. But I thought I did, didn’t I? it was then I realized I wasn’t being myself. Like I was another person. Then there was a knock on the door. It was the delivery man. I walk to the door and open it. He wanted me to sign for the package and so i did. I take the package, say my goodbye and thank you to the man and close the door. I don’t even remember what it was that I ordered.

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I look over the copy of the receipt that I signed. It was one of those pink ones that, when you write in a paper that’s on top of it shows up on the bottom, so of course my signature was there too. I looked at it and I couldn’t recognize my signature. Not because it was like super messy or anything, but because it wasn’t even my signature or handwriting for that matter. It wasn’t even my name. it was signed, “Kayneth Noctis” when I read that and said it out loud my head started throbbing . it was so painful that I dropped everything and grabbed my head in pain. I fall to the floor writhing in pain. For some reason I started thinking about my life so far. But it wasn’t my life, it was someone elses. But I could swear that it was my life because I could remember every single thing that happened clearly, even how I died… wait. I’m not dead though, am i? the pain stopped. And I get up. The rest is a blur. I don’t even know what that was all about, but now we fastforward a few weeks. I realized that have the memories of countless different past lives that I’ve led. That’s the only explanation I could think of. I concluded that I was slowly forgetting myself and becoming someone else. This, more than anything, terrified me.