retrograde

What the fuck had happened to him?

He couldn't remember who he was. What he was. Two colored eyes stared at his reflection in a puddle- a remainder from some recent rain. Where was he? He couldn't remember anything about himself. So he lapped at the water, experimentally before plodding forward, through it. His head throbbed, and he didn't know why. He could smell blood, was that coming from him?

What the fuck had happened to him?

He paused in his steps. Who was he? What was he? He looked about himself, more importantly.. where was he? "Fuck it all." He cursed, words leaving him in a whine. Why couldn't he remember anything. It was all dark in his mind, and it never seemed to get light. He was confused, and the confusion left him in an enraged snarl. What the fuck was wrong? What happened to him?

And just like that, his memory was gone. Again he questioned who he was. What he was, where he was. So many questions. Could anyone answer it? Would the gaps in his memory ever fill?