In The Dark — Daniel Fox

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.

Lost.

In the dark.