That's what they told me this was. A Beginning. A new Beginning. A forced fresh start. It's like trying to eat when you're full. Or having to reexplain something when you've already said enough. When you're content they come to you, adding more to the cup until it spills over.
I didn't need the new name they gave me or the clothes that they picked out for me. I had my own. Every time I would finally grow accustom to whatever charade or Beginning they had placed for me I would become content. And as soon as I would sit to rest or learn to love the wife they gave me, they would start over.
Beginning. They take everything you knew about your previous Beginning and replace it. They can replace the memory but not the gut feeling that tells you that nothing is as it seems and that something is very wrong. They are very wrong.
When will my unforgiving Beginnings end?