• Who am I? Where am I?
    Those two questions were filling my head as the voices kept talking. They asked me things. Questions. Questions about my past. I can't answer those because I have lost all sense of who I once was.
    What's my name? Don't bother asking. I can't remember that either. All I know is I don't deserve to be here. Suffering. Alone.

    Going insane.

    I don't think anyone is watching me. God himself seems to have turned his back on me. If he has, then I'm screwed. Without the Creator, we plunge into darkness. We are ripped apart as if being assaulted by... something.

    You have this lingering pain. Is it regret? Regret about something wrong you did? Probably. You don't know because you completely forgot. Memories soon come back, though. And you wish you never wanted them.

    Be careful what you wish for, kids!

    At least, that's how I felt until now. I have found my memories again. I have found my name. I am now falling to my death, but I at least have a long enough fall for me to tell you my story.

    It's kind of a funny story, actually. It's one about murder, stealing, etc. All things I did. It wasn't a very good life. Maybe that's why God turned his back on me. He was waiting for me to stop turning my back on Him.

    Ah well. Here goes...