Prologue

Tommy dragged his paint brush along the canvas, the figure painted ominously sat, slouched along the wall.

Memories flooded Tommys mind as he did. Carrying on, he painted the rest of what he could remember, many shades of vermillion coated the canvas.
He took a drag of his cigarette, stepping back from the canvas to take it in.

"Tommy? Did you miss me?"

Or

Tommy loses his memories, he finds that painting what he remembers helps him fill out the gaps of the 17 years worth of memories he's lost.

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TW- blood, death, angst, violence