I woke up this morning just like every morning since I found this journal under my pillow. I have a morning coffee, I reread it, I add to it, and I plan.
This morning is different. Something is off. The earlier entries I have no memory of as I expect. I lost my memory after entry 5. I remember everything after entry 5, expect for entry 10. I’m pretty sure my memory has been erased again. I really can’t remember anything about the last entry. I worked out a timeline. It seems that I lost two days: Journal entry 10 and another day.
This means I lost my memory twice. The first time I have an account in the journal. The second time I didn’t write down. One things for sure. I’m running out of time to find Avery.
I checked under my pillow, under my couch, and in my pots for the gun. No gun. I ran for my car. I needed air. It was gone. My car wasn’t in my driveway or my garage.
I have no lead, no gun, no car, and no memory… There’s a knock on the door. I can see out the window it’s a black man. I gotta get out of here….the back door…
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