My past is mostly just one big haze to me, to say the least. I have small memories which I knew could only set up half of my story. Countless of people have tried to talk to me, to force their way into my mind, and would yell profanities at me when I told them I could recall nothing. Maybe it was because every instance I indulged too much into my own history I found myself clutching my head, fingers digging deep into the scalp: The unbearable pain would only ever stop when I collapsed from exhaustion.

Again though, I did have little snippets of my memory which I had explained to any authority asking for it. It never seemed to help.

I had explained most of my memories were of a boy, who had a name which I’d forgotten, and a face that was blurred to a point I couldn’t even remember the eye color ( I knew it was the same boy though. I just had a feeling.). The boy had constantly handed me tablets which I clearly remember him saying they were ‘Happy Pills’. He had told me throughout my life to take them, and I wouldn’t have to feel guilt or worry over what my commands from the general ( Who ever that was.) were. I can remember being a child and shying away from the pills the moment he handed them to me. I remember seeing someone being shot in the shoulder and then ever since, I had taken those pills. I often questioned;

“Was I the one who shot him?”

I never dared to ask the question allowed. It was not like anyone knew the answer anyway.

Other memories were those right before I had taken another set of ‘Happy Pills’. There was one, that was filled with smoke in my eyes, but I could still remember well. I had been running. A lot of my memories were of running actually, but this time I was on top of a train. I had been chasing after the current mystery boy as the train moved. I think I was having fun. Occasionally one of us would sneak around and steal some food from the customers. It was not like they ever noticed. The memory comes to an end when the boy told me we needed money and I should take another set of pills.

Without thinking, I did.

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Author's Note:
Chapters will be longer, again this is only a prologue to the rest of the story. I hope you enjoyed it though.