Dartneis-Is-Back

She fell; gentle like snow. Even from a young age Rachel had always felt she had a sense of purpose. Commended by friends and tutors throughout her years in school, she had applied herself at any and all tasks with a determination thought to be uncommon amongst her peers. Her years spent at Wentworth State University had cemented these principles; shaping her into the driven young business graduate she was today. Now though, as her soft ashen face laying against the cold winter ground, white blond hair sodden with her own blood, none of that seemed to matter, it was just an effort for her to concentrate on the erratic labour of breathing. T

It started like the opening to some cliché noir film: Girl wakes up, alone, no memory of who she once was. I felt sure of one thing though, this apartment that wasn't my own. There was with nothing but a worn mattress, a pile of the clothe in the corner, a list of dates, $27.50 and a Polaroid of Tokyo Sushi with the name 'Zephyr' scrawled on the back. I knew I had to get answers. The dirty bathroom mirror gave away nothing; a tangle of sliver-blonde hair, a faint bruising of the left eye, a split lip. I was perhaps in my mid twenties, although it was hard to be sure. The two other rooms in the building were equally useless; accept for