Where Am I


I’ve never been one to write in a second person point of view. With this story, however, I dove head-first into doing so. Gotta admit I like what I ended up with, even though I’m not really sure if I got the POV right.


Waking up from storage, you realize you’ve forgotten what life is like. You’ve no knowledge of who you once were, nor can you recall the constant drip of your memories.

Your once-cold skin is bare, rid of its pajamas. A blended cocktail, the juice the doctors put together to wake you, runs through your veins.


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