The Grave.

Ava.

The fact that I couldn’t remember much of who I was starting to freak me out. Occasionally I would have flashes of names, scenes, places I couldn’t even remember and feelings I was certain I had experienced at some part of my life which I had no memory of.

The creepiest part of everything was the dreams. The dreams woke me up with a suffocating feeling. Breathing after I had one of them always proved to be a monumental task. I didn’t know what was happening or what must have caused the memory loss but I was really eager to get my memories back.

Someway, anyway.

That’s why I had woken up today and decided to ask for help. If there was something I could do to try and get my memories back, even a sliver of my past then I had to do it.

The three names I had just called out to Ryker were the ones prominent in my head, they clouded my thoughts like a plague and each time I tried to recollect who those names belonged to or what