I can't really make sense of what it means, though. My memory. I could see things and, oddly enough, smell- but I couldn't hear. I was arguing with someone. I don't know who, but I felt a strong connection to him. He wore a bracelet just like the one I found- I was wearing one, too. Then he shot me, hitting me on the wrist, breaking the bracelet, before he taunted me (I think, anyway) and walked away.
... Now I know where the scar on my wrist came from...
Comments 26
Reply
Reply
Reply
... Now I know where the scar on my wrist came from...
Reply
Leave a comment