~Emma~
"Tell me about it." I said, shoving my hands in my pockets. The wristbands moved up my arms, not at all willing to go into the pockets, "This is some sick game. Maybe I don't wanna play."
It was the first time I'd really come to terms to the fact that I didn't know if I wanted my memories back or not. What if they were horrible? What if I'd been suicidal before I came here. I could be here so I didn't do anything! I took my hands out of my pockets and examined the skin beneath the wristbands. No scars...
