I can't remember who I am. I can't remember what color hair I had before they died it. I remembered then, but I had no trouble remembering back then.

It seems to have been so long ago, but I guess that's normal. After all 2 months is a long time.

I don't remember my real name. Not that it matters, I wouldn't be aloud to use it. They seem to love that I'm forgetting.

There are just a few things I do remember. One. If I try to leave, they well kill me. Two. Someone is out there who does know who I am or at lest, who I was.

This person, is trying to get me out. Get me away from the badness that I was forced into. The problem is I don't know what normal is, and I have no idea who is trying to help me. It might be a trap.

I don't remember who I am. I forget more every day. I need help.