Memory

I felt a panic attack rise in my chest as I realized I didn’t remember.  Didn’t remember anything but the last twenty-four hours of my life. I had gone to sleep the night before, just like always, but when I woke up, I didn’t even know my own name.  Or where I was.  I looked around the room and nothing looked familiar.  Was my favorite color really blue?  Did I really like books and video games? 

I sat up and pulled the first drawer open I could reach.  As I looked through the drawer, I even tried to remember going to sleep the night before.  Was the memory I had really from last night?  I knew for a fact none of the belongings in the bedside table belonged to me.  I knew exactly what had happened.   

I knew I had to trace the steps of what I remembered from last night.  And I knew I needed Pete.  Pete was the only one who would be brutally honest with me.  He was the only one who would tell me I was a screwup while throwing me under the bus.  My only of survival hinged on how well I could blackmail Pete.  I knew his every weakness of his because he talked in his sleep.  First, I needed to find out where and possibly who I was.  Then I could put my quickly forming plan into action. “Til death do us part had never been more accurate.