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Chapter One

Beginnings

“Now Andrew, I want you to tell me more about yourself, well let’s say Louise and the past few months, you know, what you had both been doing!”

“But what good is it going to do?” I started, and I went on “I can’t remember a bloody thing that’s happened in the past two weeks, so what good is the last six months or so going to do?” I questioned the person who had asked me to recall my past, that person being a therapist called Stuart Thomas, the consultant at the hospital had recommended that I see him. I’d been suffering from some form of amnesia since I’d been found wandering in Chillingston Woods a few days ago.

“Well, Andrew. Yesterday we covered the meeting you and Louise had in Smiths some time ago, and right up to the attempted kidnap of you…” he began only for me to cut him short.

“And what bloody good did that do?” I angrily asked banging my fist on the coffee table in front of me at the same time.

“You must try to relax yourself Andrew, it won’t help matters if you’re over excited,” Stuart said, his voice controlled and composed. He continued, “If you can talk me through the most recent past, say the months after the court case, then it may well trigger something in these preceding weeks, some thought that we may be able to expand upon, that in turn may help you to recall what has happened to you,” the mild mannered Stuart said, his voice firm, but not condescending.

I held my head in my hands, at the same time I closed my eyes as if I were gazing at the back of my eyelids, would this help me recall the recent past?

“Can you cast your mind back to the day of the court case, you know in Bristol?” Stuart again asked.

“Yes I think I can, but that’s not the problem, it’s what has happened in these last few weeks that is bothering me,” I once again began to reply, almost in a protesting form.

“Try and explain it as you did yesterday, as if you’d written it down in your diary.” he paused, I lifted my head and looked across at Stuart, he had an astute memory, recalling from the day before that I kept a daily record of events, then he continued “you did tell me that you keep a diary, didn’t you?” he finished with a question.

“Yes,” I started to say, and then something else occurred to me, I hadn’t done any writing for a little while, but this prompt gave me the impetus I needed to gather my thoughts, so I continued.

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