The wind was howling outside, as if trying to mirror the chaos in Sarah's mind. It started as a whisper, a memory that refused to be forgotten. But as she dug deeper, she realized that she was knee-deep in a bloody mess. Memories started flooding back, one more gruesome than the other.
Sarah had always known that she was capable of anything. But she never thought she would be capable of this. She had woken up in a dark alley, with a gun in her hand and blood on her clothes.
It was like she had been plunged into a nightmare she couldn't wake up from. She couldn't remember anything except her name, Sarah Adams. She was scared, confused and alone. But she knew she had to find a way out of this, before it swallowed her whole.
As she walked through the empty streets, Sarah tried to piece together the events of the past few days. Her mind was dark, with only a few glimpses of light. She remembered meeting a man, a handsome stranger who had promised her the world. She remembered drinking, dancing and getting intimate with him.
And then, everything went black.
Sarah shook her head, trying to shake off the memories. She didn't want to remember the rest, but she knew she had no choice. She started retracing her steps, trying to figure out what happened to the handsome stranger.
But as she walked, she noticed something. There was blood everywhere. On the walls, on the pavement, on the windows. It was like a gruesome painting that she couldn't escape.
And then, she saw him. The handsome stranger from her memories, lying on the ground, his throat slit open.
Sarah stumbled backward, tripping over a rock. She fell to the ground, her mind reeling. She had killed him. The memory was there, clear as day, and it chilled her to the bone.
She had killed the man she thought she loved.
But why? Sarah's mind was racing with questions, but she had no answers. She had to find a way to escape this nightmare, to make sure that this memory was not another figment of her imagination.
She went to a rundown motel, the only place she could afford to stay. As she was checking in, she noticed a flyer on the bulletin board. It was asking for information on a string of murders that had been happening in the city.
Sarah's pulse quickened, and she knew she had to get out of there before the police came knocking.
But as she was about to leave, she saw a man coming towards her. He was tall, with a stern expression and a gun on his belt.
"Ms. Adams," he said, addressing her by name. "I'm Detective Martinez. You're a suspect in the recent string of murders we've been investigating. You're going to have to come with me."
Sarah's mind was racing. She didn't want to go to jail, but she knew she couldn't run. So, she followed Detective Martinez to the station, hoping to clear her name.
But as she was being interrogated, something strange happened. Sarah remembered another face, a face that was not hers. It belonged to a man, a man who had confessed to the murders.
She tried to tell the detective, but he didn't believe her. It was like her memories were fake, like she was living in someone else's mind.
And then, she remembered something else. A name.
James Monroe.
Sarah's heart raced as she looked at the detective. "James Monroe," she said. "He's the one you're looking for."
The detective looked at her, his eyes narrowing. "How do you know that name?"
Sarah shook her head, trying to piece together the fragments of her mind. "I don't know. It just came to me."
The detective looked at her for a long moment, before turning to his partner. "Get a warrant out for James Monroe's arrest. And keep this one under surveillance."
Sarah felt a sense of relief wash over her as the detective left the room. But as she looked out the window, she saw a man watching her. It was James Monroe, the same man who had haunted her memories.
He smiled at her, a twisted grin that sent shivers down her spine.
And then, he was gone.
Sarah was left alone in the interrogation room, the memories still haunting her. But she knew one thing for sure.
She had to find James Monroe before he found her.