Amnesia

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It hadn’t yet been an hour and the solitude was tempting his sanity. The cold, concrete walls were lit just enough to keep them out of total darkness.
“How you liking prison?” the passing guard jeered.
Fighting the urge to say some witty comeback, he remained silent. He was still trying to comprehend what had happened earlier that day. It all seemed a blur. Keeping calm, he tried to focus on what exactly had just taken place.
He couldn’t think, nor could he remember anything. What had just happened? Had he had memory problems before?

Twelve hours earlier, as he sat down in his old, red sedan with black cloth seats, he noticed an unfamiliar note, written in his own hand writing, taped to the dashboard.
2065 West Ave.
10:05 AM
Black Van

Not unaccustomed to these notes, (as he often wrote them to compensate his short-term memory), he headed there. Wondering what was about to happen, he drove among the light, midday Los Angeles traffic and pulled into the tiny, deserted parking lot located on a street corner next to an abandoned gas station. No one around him, not even himself, could have known he was about to commit a felony.
Glancing at his dashboard clock, he saw he was 10 minutes early. ‘Early for what?’ he wondered. As he scanned the parking lot, his eyes fell upon the large black van, but he thought it best to wait until it was closer to 10 to approach it. Searching his car, he noticed in the back seat was an angular, white, plastic mask, completely featureless.
Nearing 10:05, three sedan doors simultaneously opened; out of each emerged a man clad in denim jeans, a black button-up shirt, and a replica of the mask he found in his car, b...

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...options, he came out with his hands up. He couldn’t believe it! He had just helped Blue get away, and he, the innocent White, was manipulated and stuck with two life sentences, left to rot in prison for the rest of his life.
Now, he was in the cops’ hands. He was beaten, handcuffed, thrown in the back of a police car, and taken to the station. By the time he arrived and they had started the inquisition, he had already forgotten all the details; but of course, the cops didn’t believe that.
“The guy wearing the yellow mask and the one wearing the red both died during the chase,” gruffed the hefty officer. “We just need you to tell us what you know about your little friend wearing the Blue mask,” but he was unable to provide any additional information. Eventually he was led to his cell, where he sat in solitude, at last forgetting everything that just occurred.

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