A Whisper in The Wind

He was who I remembered; in fact he was all I remembered. Who was I? Who am I? They told me my name is Arianne, but if I am who they tell me why don’t I remember? My answer was soon to come as they told me more of my own story. Who are they? Well I’m afraid I can’t answer that. This is my story through my eyes, and the hopelessness I felt as the images of that day came back to me in one fell swoop.

I am Arianne, no more than a whisper.