[ WP ] After suffering amnesia , you go on a quest to discover your past . It is a much darker tale than you once thought .

Light. Dark. Colors. Shades. 
 
 Everything swarms and swallows my body as my eyes flicker open. The darkness pushing on the edges of light seeming to be in an ever constant battle more futile by the growing minute. As my surroundings zero in and become clear all of a sudden one thing becomes clear. Everything seems so new to me as if I was taking my first breath. I began trying to access memories and there was nothing. No family, friends, schools or jobs everything seemed so vacant. A slight panic began to fill my chest as I was grasping for something tangible. Where did it all begin? Why ca n't I remember anything? I thought to myself, and decided the next step would be to figure out where I am. An alley way laying in, based on the smell, week old garbage and a couple feet to my right is a strange woman wearing a yellow summer dress that exposes her smooth arms with a modest cut just above the knees. Her skin is a beautiful sun kissed olive the imperfections of her tan lines shine through on her right shoulder due to a slight fold of the strap. She does n't use makeup which accented her natural beauty all the more. The brown thin belt gently hugging her hips and white headband snugly holding her long curly brunette hair back give her an even more calm sentiment then I first noticed. Her presence eased the panic so I reached out. 
 
 `` Um, excuse me,'' I started, `` Where am I?'' 
 
 She stood their statuesque. Not a sound or a movement not even the raising and lowering of her chest. I shut my eyes and reopen them trying to gather myself, upon opening them the familiar battle of light versus dark floods back and the clarity returns. Only this time the peaceful woman is gone. I conduct a quick scan of my surroundings. It is night time and the alley is suddenly very empty except for myself and this odd pile of trash bags. The building we are lying against has no doors in sight and the fence in front of me has no openings. The light pole dead center of the alley evenly lit everything. I kept wondering where this trash came from. When from above I am smacked by a recently filled bag of trash I felt the warmth of certain parts and the cool liquid of others pressing against me as it rolled to my left. I look up to see a guy pulling out one of his headphones, `` I'm sorry man I did n't see you there. You really should n't lay in a pile of trash though'' he added. Just then I see the girl just behind his shoulder standing there as still as before. I ignored the man and scurried to my feet. I backed towards the fence to get a better view of the two. His back was towards me now with both headphones in he was walking away. `` Hey, how did you get up there?'' Again nothing. Again gone. 
 
 I turned right headed towards the busiest of the two directions. I had noticed heavy foot traffic and cars passing this way and I was hoping somebody could help me. I emerged from the alley to see the light really fighting against the dark even pushing it back. The youth filled the streets with joy, bright neon lights plagued the signs on this street. Inns, pubs, piano bars, restaurants all bustling with the interactions of joyful spirits. Just then an epiphany. I reached into my trouser pocket and found a wallet. I found an ID. `` Gerald Arthur,'' Great sadness filled me holding my ID, `` Gerald Arthur FREEZE!'' I turned and saw a woman in an all blue uniform with a shield above her heart yelling to me. In the reflection of the light on her glasses I saw a figure behind me waving. It was the girl and she took off running. Almost out of instinct I follow. The three way chase is zigzagging in out of the youth that filled the street. There hurried conversations sent an alarming feeling down my spine. They must all be talking about me. BUT WHY? Just then the girl turns right down a street out of my sight. I turn right on the same street still hearing the officer yelling behind me. Again gone. `` DAMMIT!'' I loosed in anger. The panic is growing again. She is going to be here any minute. I keep on moving down the street. I make a left onto a less eventful street one that the darkness seemed to be winning against the light. I hid in the shadows and kept moving. I heard behind me people telling the officer where I had went. And thought to myself they should mind their own business. She sees the shine of my orange outfit in the dark and again yells, `` FREEZE!'' Naturally I did n't I kept moving. Only this time I see her. Her standing there waving for me to move faster. She heads right and again I make a right off this street and downhill my pace became swifter as physics took over and I embraced it. She's gone again but I feel that I am heading the right direction. The busy nightlife dying in the background only to be replaced by my heavy breath and the eerie stillness of the residential district I was entering. This nagging feeling of familiarity began to weigh me down and my pace slowed it could have been the evening out of the pavement to a flat surface or the fact that I am getting tired but I knew better. There she was and she knew better. 
 
 The officer was still in pursuit but the distance between us had grown and I was relieved by that. I make a right, a left then another right. She was persistent I will give her that. But I was in an instinctual mode knowing every nook and cranny of this neighborhood. Just as I was feeling like I was getting close to where I was leading she appeared again the girl waving me on and pointing at something with joy. Just then I noticed a house to my right that slowed me in my tracks. It was a large two story with a wraparound porch and one rocking chair on either side of the front entrance everything was so symmetrical the light and darkness displaying it prominently in the night even the yellow caution tape that sealed it off from illegal entrance. My nagging feeling turned into dread. Why is this important. I felt my body come to a complete stop. I approached the house. It had a date of three weeks prior labeled on it. Images began to fill my head of a woman and child screaming. A loud deafening noise rang in my mind. The officer was nearing again yelling for me, `` STOP Gerald just STOP,'' but her voice elicited a flight response from me. My feet began to pound the pavement as the foot race intensified. Another twenty minutes passed of running with no sign of the girl nothing at all but familiar surroundings came and went around me. Why was this officer so intense? She should have given up by now I thought to myself. Not an ounce of quit in her. I made a right again. The girl appeared once more in the cemetery standing there this time in-between two tombstones in the distance. They were two newer looking tombstones this was easy to pick up on because they were n't as weather worn as the others. Again my body came to a stop. My eyes settled upon the names. And tears spilled from my eyes. I looked up at the girl and noticed a smaller girl holding onto her yellow dress peering around from behind her. She was terrified of me they both were but they both still looked at me with such loving eyes. And I knew why. I know it all. 
 
 Michelle Arthur. Here lies a loving mother taken from us too soon. 
 
 Annabelle Arthur. Here lies a daughter and a light extinguished before her time. 
 
 The officer came up on me gun drawn, `` Do n't move Gerald. You son of a bitch do n't move.'' I continued sobbing and did n't acknowledge her. `` Say something Gerald. Say something.'' My silence continued I just could n't bring myself to turn and face her because I knew who she was. `` I do n't know how you escaped but I am not letting you get away.'' She said then the tears she was holding back began to fill her eyes. `` I loved you. You were my son. How could you have done this to my family. My daughter and granddaughter were taken to soon. Because of you. You son of a bitch. I trusted you and you did this with that trust. Well I hope you are happy with yourself. I hope you are proud. This will be your legacy. A murder of the things he loves. A destroyer of things that are beautiful and true. I hate you. And I hope all manners of evil plague you from here on out you bastard.'' 
 
 `` I know this wo n't help any but I was n't myself that night. I had no recollection of it until this night. I am so sorry. So completely and utterly sorry for everything I've done to our family. If only there were something I could do to make this right.'' I wailed to her. 
 
 `` There is something.'' She whispered. 
 
 `` Anything.'' I pleaded. 
 
 `` YOU CAN DIE!'' She exclaimed. 
 
 That familiar loud deafening noise rang throughout the cemetery. As I grabbed for my heart. 
 
 She ran over and held me in her arms crying more hysterically than before. `` I'm so sorry. I thought this would help me but it did n't. Please do n't die she bartered.'' 
 
 With my final breath and action I delivered an, `` I love you.'' Trying to fake a smile for her. 
 
 The darkness engulfed all the light that was left. In the cemetery, in my eyes, in her soul and in the world. It seems that no matter how hard the light tries to brighten its surroundings it always finds the darkness is there first waiting for it. 

