Everyone asks themselves this question at least once in their lifetime: Who am I? Few mean it literally. Even fewer get an answer. I may just be the only one who wishes he could forget.

Unfortunately, I started this story before the season four ending. Keep that in mind when reading.
Story contains mild language and serious violence. If that bothers you, read something else.
11/13/14: This was featured. You all have odd choices in literature.

Just to be clear, this story is my actual first attempt at writing fiction. I'm extremely new to all this, as you'll see. That said, I'm writing these stories because I want to improve. Whether or not you enjoy the story, please leave a comment. It's the only way I can get better at this. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy.

Ah, jeez. This story. Yeah, I'm not continuing this. Ever. I can't even look at it without being embarrassed. I'll leave it up but don't expect updates or a revisit to this. I'm truly grateful to those who read it and commented, though. It really helped me improve. Thanks, everyone.