Running, lying, pretending.
All of my life, that’s all I have ever known.
It’s how my family has survived.
In those small spaces between the mundane day-to-day tasks. That’s where most people make real connections with each other.
.....OR SO I'VE HEARD.
I’m not allowed to make those connections. I’m not allowed to hold on to anything. These are risks.
At any minute, we have to be ready to run.
It doesn’t matter how far we’ve traveled, or how well we hide, the madman always knows where to find us. It’s as if he has some supernatural tracking power.
HOW DOES HE DO IT?
The police can’t help us. No one can help us.
It’s time to run again, but this time it’s different.
I’ve broken the rules, I know this. But, I don’t want to let her go.
I want to stay here and live my life, like a normal person.
I can’t take this anymore.
He is the sole reason for all of this, and he will never go away.
The only way to end this is to make him stop.
SO THAT'S WHAT I'm GOING TO DO.
What would you do if you couldn’t remember your own life?
If all you had were fragmented and foggy memories that seemed out of place?
That’s how I’m learning to live.
I catch myself questioning everything and everyone.
Every person is a stranger ...even my own wife and our son.
Just when I think I’ll go mad from this, I get glimpses.
Visions of events and people that sometimes seem familiar.
But other times, these apparitions are otherworldly and threatening.
Are these visions just a result of the accident? Senseless chatter from my damaged brain?
Or are they echos of my real memories?
With every day that passes, I get a growing feeling that something isn’t right.
The darkness in my mind plays tricks on me, as if intentionally.
Am I grasping at straws as I lose my mind?
Or is there something more sinister happening?
Things are getting worse now, and it’s a race against time to find out the truth, lest I end up living the rest of my life like this.
In the dark.