Ok. this story is written like a diary. But a good one!!! lol. It is about this guy who loses his memory and gains friendship, except it has the twist of the mob in it. Anyway, i will only post a few of the days in it. I hope you enjoy it and please feel free to leave feed back ok?

April 28
Where should I begin? Today has been pure hell. I can’t remember anything. I woke up with a bad headache. I had thought I was hearing voices. I realized I was in a car. I knew I was hurt pretty bad. The voice got louder. I couldn’t move much so I leaned on the horn. A man pulled me out. His name was Jiro. As I woke up more, the only pain I had was in my head. It hurt like hell. I looked to the left and saw the car door was open. I wonder if I had a passenger? I picked up the wallet on the seat and Jiro helps me to his car. He runs back to mine and grabs a case. We take off to the hospital. I must have passed out several times because I can’t remember the ride. I looked in the wallet and found an I.D. card in it. The picture matches my reflection. My name is Matthew O’Reilly. I have red hair and green eyes. There is some money in the wallet too. I dig deeper in it and find an old business card. It said something about being an instructor at the fine art of but it had been torn off at that point. There were two names. Mine and someone whose name started with Ty. I wonder who that is? Jiro tries to keep me awake by talking. He doesn’t say much about his occupation though. I notice on my hands have fine lines that dent inwards. Maybe I am an instructor in some kind of musical instrument. We finally made it to the hospital. The whole time Jiro kept putting his hand to his one side. I wonder why? The doctor there said I had hit my head so hard I had amnesia. It could clear up in a few days or it could take years. I check my self out and search the wallet again. In it is an address. When I get there. It is an apartment and it is filled with electronic equipment. For some reason any energy I have is gone so I am going to bed now.

April 29
Today was pretty slow. I woke up and had some cereal I found. I took a closer look at the equipment in the room. It wasn’t computer stuff like I had thought but instead it was cameras of all sizes. I grab a few and look closer at them. A memory flashes in my head. I’m being followed. No, I’m following someone. Before I can find out why or even who it is the memory vanishes. I shake it off and look around the apartment more. A bookcase stands off the left of the kitchen and cameras are all over the place. I decide to take a walk. Maybe someone will know me. I stayed out all day and had no luck. This life sucks. What if I have a family? I consider going to the cops and getting a file on myself but think better of it. I don’t know why but that feels like a bad idea. I go back to the apartment and lie down. Hopefully tomorrow will bring better luck.

April 30
I have got to find Jiro. I remember now that he had grabbed a case from my car and I had forgotten it. I might not have remembered it at all but I had left the apartment to get some fresh air. I passed a second hand shop and saw a case like it in the window. I hope when I get it back it will help me remember something. I spent the rest of the day in the park though. I kept thinking to myself why. Why did this have to happen?


well what do you think? The pace will pick up, but i did not want to post to much at one time!!

I like it, i like the whole diary thing, keep it up, u still writin more?

Yeah Theres gonna be more to it, in fact here are a few more of his days!!!

May 1
I went out again. I had been walking hoping to run into Jiro, or anyone that might know me for that matter. About noon I decided to sop by a restaurant and grab some food. I sat down and before I had a chance to order another memory flashed into my head. It was the person I had been following. They stopped at the same place I was at now. A man meet them there and they swapped envelopes. Then left. My appetite was ruined and I left for home. I tried to read a book from the shelf but could not concentrate and went to bed early

May 2
I woke up to a knocking at my door. I opened the door and was surprised to see Jiro. He explained he got my address from the doctor but they way he said it I suspected otherwise. He couldn’t stay but he did return my case. I thanked him and he left. I went right away to the small desk and opened the case. Inside it were pictures, schedules, names, and dates. Pain flooded my head and I slammed it closed. I couldn’t do this. Not right now. I left the house again to cool off before I attempted to open it again. I sat down at the park and watched the animals. I smiled to myself and then a memory flashed into my head. I could clearly see the person this time. It was a woman with long brown hair. I could tell that she was exchanging important information with him. I still didn’t know her but I was sure I would find out soon. It was the laughter of a child playing with their pet dog that brought me back. I went back home and sat in front of the case. I put my hands on it but trembled so badly that I decided not to open it. I put my head down on the desk and closed my eyes. Taking a deep breath I opened them and saw a picture had fallen on the ground from the first time I had opened the case. I leaned down and picked it up. Looking at it I knew her immediately. It was the women in my memory. The name on it said Beth. It was like a movie started up in my head this time. I followed Beth to the restaurant and watched as she sat down. It was not long before she met up with a man. He pulled out a manila envelope and so did she. They talked for only a moment and after exchanging them, he got up and left. Several seconds later she did to. I followed her out to the back of the restaurant and attacked her. So that is where the dents on my hands come from. I look back at this page now and notice water on it. That doesn’t make sense, it wasn’t raining at the park.

May 3
I wake up. My dreams were haunted by my deed. Poor Beth. I hope she didn’t have family. Come to think of it. What if I have that information? I frantically look in my case but to no avail. It’s not there. I almost gave up but notice something on the bookshelf. How had I missed it before? It’s the envelope! I pull it out and look at its contents. Inside are building schematics. It has all this information about the building and lots of numbers. It also has names on the paper. One name pops out at me. Jiro. What was this paper? I’m really worried. What if Jiro comes back and kills me for this? What if this means Jiro is in trouble? I have to find him. I leave the house with the schematics and run down the street. All day I looked for Jiro but saw no sight of him. I go home defeated. It’s really late and I head for home. When I get there I see a figure in the window. I didn’t know who it was so I ran to a hotel to stay for a few nights.

Nice, u mind if i write a story using a journal style? i rly like what u doing, keep em coming! :)

Yea go ahead lol! sorry this took so long to reply to. I will be adding more, I have to review the disk and find out if I can fix it, each time I try to load it the computer freezes up. I might end up rewriting the story.