Blank is better
She barely knew her name. Better yet where she was or where she came from.
They said it was amnesia from the shock of the crash. That she would be fine in a few weeks. But everything wasn't fine.
Everyone has a past.
But she doesn't remember it.
But others do.
To her it's funny in the sick joke kind of way. The way that someone she never met could've caused her so much pain.
How the decisions she doesn't even remember making hurt so many people.
But maybe it's good this way.
Because maybe now that she was a blank page. She could write a new story. A better one.
Maybe it's better to be blank.











