Finish up the story of the user above you, not over a paragraph preferably, but I'm not setting a limit to your creativity. I woke up, my pocketwatch having fallen and clattered against the hard concrete. It had fallen out my pocket. My face paled as my eyes scanned, confirming my whereabouts. My neck was sore and, given the unusual positioning, I couldn't look to track the source. That would require looking down, and already I understood. My neck was tied by rope, it entangling the gray lamppost above, my arms clinging onto the rope for dear life, my head gaping upwards to a beautifully clear view of the night sky. It was a suicide attempt... and a piss poor attempt at that.
I tried to think, I couldn't remember who I was or why I had tried to commit suicide, it was all just a blank. I could hear shouts and the sounds of people running down the dark alley way towards me, but I couldn't turn to see who it was. I felt someone try to lift me up so my arms weren't all that was keeping me from hanging, and still looking up, I saw someone cut the rope with pocket knife. Then I was gently set on the ground. I looked over at the pocket watch, it was broken, the glass cracked and the face frozen. The time was stuck at 2:34.
But why 2:34? I tried to remember what had happened, but everything was just a blank. For a moment I thought I was dreaming. I tried to walk around and observe when I tripped over something. It hurt like hell. I knew I wasn't dreaming now. People asked my why I tried to hang myself, they told me how their kids would've been "scarred for life" if my attempt had worked. I wanted to punch a few of them so that I could walk along in peace, but I knew it wouldn't be the smartest thing to do given my current situation. If a cop came to pick me up and asked me about myself, I couldn't just drop the amnesia bomb. He would lock me up for a few years if I did that, truth or not.
