[ WP ] You wake up , with no idea of who you are and where you are . Looking around , you find three things on the floor , a syringe , a gun , and a piece of paper with the words `` To Forget '' scribbled on it .

A warmth coursing through my body is the first thing I notice. My blood, I think, just my blood pulsing out from my center to my farthest parts and back. I'm not sure I've ever felt it so strong, my veins so full. 
 
 I feel a pressure on the back of my head, then also on my back, hips, and legs. I am laying down, I realize. I am stiff. I must have been here for some time. As I lay there the pressure becomes sharper. The floor is hard and uneven, its raised edges pushing into my skin. *What am I doing on the floor? * I wonder. 
 
 I open my eyes and let them adjust to see a dull blue-grey room. It is small and empty, the only thing I can see is a wooden door and single dome light hanging from the ceiling by just a few spliced wires. There are no windows and no furniture and it all strikes me as completely unfamiliar. My heart suddenly sinks with a slight sense of panic. I have no idea where I am. 
 
 I start to get up to get a better look around the room and figure out where I am. As I do this, I notice the warmth in my veins again, except this time it aches in each of my limbs. It's startling, a sensation I've never felt before. I place my other hand down to steady myself and feel an odd shape in my grip. 
 
 The shape, I find as I lift my hand, is a gun. Beside it is a syringe and both rest on a piece of paper. *What the hell is going on? * I ask myself. I try to remember what happened before I woke up, but despite all efforts I ca n't bring anything to mind. But by anything, I do n't mean just whatever would have brought me here. I mean anything. Nothing is there in my now throbbing mind. No events, no memories, not even a name. I am completely unknown to myself. 
 
 After spending too much time trying to conjure some sort of memory, I finally give up. I decide to look at the objects in front of me again. The plunger in the syringe is depressed all the way. I take the paper from under the gun and syringe in hopes it would offer some sort of clue as to what was going on. It is a note with only two handwritten words with underlines under each: To Forget. 
 
 An alarming thought enters my mind. I examine my arms until I see what I was hoping not to. A small spot of dried blood sat in the pit of my left elbow. The warmth I felt throughout my body was not my blood but something foreign coursing through me. Whatever was in this syringe must now be in me. 
 
 *What is in me? Did someone do this to me? * By now the ache in my limbs has waned and the warmth is fading, but its thickness still leaves an impression. I look at the paper again. *To Forget*. Such a vague message leaves me with no answers except what I already knew: I've forgotten everything. Then another frightening thought hits me: *What if this was some sort of serum that erased all of my memories? * 
 
 I start wondering what was so important for me to forget, or for someone else to erase. I stand up and check my pockets for any other clues as to who or where I am. Of course they're empty. I start feeling dizzy so I lean against the wall to wait for the feeling to dissipate. 
 
 Instead the sensation gets worse. Suddenly memories overwhelm me. Horrors, atrocities, tragedies. Answers to all of my questions flood my mind. Answers I do n't like. Answers I do n't want. Answers I want to forget. And then, clarity on the moments before I woke. 
 
 I did this to myself. I thought it could erase just what I wanted to forget about myself, what I was ashamed of, or at least everything and start new. I was wrong, but I had a plan just in case. The note did n't just come with the syringe, it came with the gun. I now have found that the only way to truly forget was to pull the trigger.
