Shadow of the Storm

Who am I? That’s a good question. If you figure it out, be sure to let me know.

For today, I’m Stormy. The answer might be different if you ask me tomorrow. Because the truth of the matter is, I don’t know who I am.

You might be wondering how that can be. Join the club. I have no idea.

My memories begin with overhearing two men planning my murder. You heard me, my murder. I get away from them, but just barely. The only things in my possession are a duffel bag with obscene amounts of cash and a wallet with four driver’s licenses. All with my picture. Don’t ask me how or why I have them – or even if any of them are real – because I don’t know.

I don’t know much of anything.

All I know is those men want me dead. For reasons still unknown to me. So I’ll run. And I’ll keep running. Because it’s all I can do.

Honestly though, I can’t run forever. I have to piece my fractured mind back together. Somehow. But how do you go about remembering the things that most people already know?