FIRST
CHAPTER. 
No one
was to be trusted.
At
the same time, his memory was playing tricks on him. He had a secret, that
was true.
But
he has missed feelings. After recovering from that day, he felt like a
stranger... after all, every place in that town was kind of new for him.
In
vain, he made efforts to clear his memory.
He
had to accept that he was suffering a kind of blackouts in his memony.
At
that point, we were not able to distinguish between
reality
and paranoiac feelings. The only true he was sure of was that he had a
secret. A very deep and painful secret.
That
morning, while walking down the street, the main street in town, his head
was loaded with bizarre thoughts. At least he realized that something
was wrong...He tried to calm himself. The true was that he was lost! He
could not even remember his mane.
No
name...no relatives...no reference, nobody had claimed for him. But he
had a secret no one suspected.
-Could
this be possible? He asked himself once again.
Suddenly,
while walking down the street, always, the same main street, a thought
cossed his mind.
-Now
I remember,yes I remember almost clearly-
He
said with his trembly voice.
-There
was this man feeling guilty. He had a secret. A terrible one. He was lost
and felt no salvation. This man was suffering from an accident. He lost
consciousness and after he woke up, a few days later, he was unable to
recognise who he was.
-Could
this be happening to me? Or am I the man from the tale?- He was beginning
to feel uneasy.
Was
he mixing that men with himself? Or was he the
man
from the story? But, how come he was feeling
the
same experience? And what about his secret?
Auteur:
Beatrice. Bmercader@mail.megalink.com. |
