Retrospective: Voiceover

Awoken, by the cold breeze whistling past my face. I had no clue where I was and what I was doing here. People all around were staring at me as if seeing a ghost. It felt like entering a new class in primary school all over again. Only this time, it was actually scary. This piece of burnt tissue belonged to a cafe. All I kept thinking is how it got there. This could help me find out more about what had happened before I woke up here; the feeling reminded me of how it felt to be a baby. I scoured the area looking for something to help me understand what I was doing here, whether it be for a purpose, or simply someone playing an evil game. A sudden pain shoots across my brain, everything goes white, I can barely think. I see myself at a cafe, it seems like I knew what I was doing there, if only I could retrace my steps and get to that phase. Another impulsive ache throbbing at my brain cells, I was powerless; all I could do was accept the pain and pray for it to end. As it did I felt relieved but only to be swarmed by the emptiness in my mind of not knowing anything about my life and what I was doing here. For a third time it feels like my head is going to implode, I was in so much agony that I was routing for it to finish me off so that it could end. I find the cafe after what seems like forever. As I enter I keep my head down in the event that I am a criminal that even I don’t know about. I try to recreate the surroundings as I sit down only to realise I was sitting in the chair opposite. I look around anxiously not knowing any of the faces I see before me and wondering if any of them feel any differently about seeing me. I notice a phone, that wasn’t there before and a piece of tissue identical to the one I found in my pocket. I looked around to see if I could spot who put it there but it was like looking for a needle in a haystack. As I pick up the phone a set of instructions appear before me. I think to myself, is this some sort of practical joke? As I read on I find out that it is everything but, and that I’m going to need to complete these tasks if I want any answers. The first instruction was very specific and said ‘you must complete the following while the LED flashes green.’ At this point I become aware that this is going to be a timed exercise. As I read on it said ‘if the colour turns red, then you fail.’ I didn’t want to think about the consequence of failing and stayed positive. I leave the cafe and attempt to begin the series of tasks given to me by this anonymous figure. The first one read out ‘Pick up the wallet at the north - east entrance beside the bin.’ I spot the bin and make my way to see if what I’ve been told is true. There is indeed a wallet at the base of the dustbin. What followed was to ‘take out the card, and trash the wallet’. So I did exactly that. I was then instructed to ‘insert the card into an ATM, enter the numbers 2, 5, 2 and the number you receive.’ I thought to myself what the hell does that mean? Out of nowhere a stranger rushes past me and verbalises the word 5 into my ear. For a moment I thought about following this person but realised that I should complete what I’ve set out to do. After entering the PIN, just as I began to think that things couldn’t get any more unusual; an envelope is withdrawn. Without bothering to stand there and ponder about this occurrence, I decide to proceed onwards. I was then instructed to under any circumstances to ‘Do not open the envelope’. I learnt something from listening to the story of Pandora’s Box. I thought to myself only bad could come from disobeying, so I continued on. My final instruction was rather a peculiar one; I was told to deliver the envelope to a person who looked in need of help. It crossed my mind that this could be absolutely anyone and caused my brain to intertwine with all the things going on at once. I couldn’t succumb to the fact that I was going to be unsuccessful. If anything, today made me realise that, a persons life boils down to two things, reality and imagination. If someone were able to link the two, opportunities would be endless. A completely sane person could be transformed into a schizophrenic without even knowing it. Or one would care to venture through a retrospective approach; where someone  would be able to look back upon something and have the power to change it. If you were gifted with this unique ability (during the fade out to the end and as he opens his eye) what would you do?