The Spiral
It hung around his neck, unnoticeable to all the passers by. He had often tried to open it before, hoping it contained a facet of knowledge of where he had come from. His past was a blur, and anytime he tried to remember anything, he was met with empty memories and a headache. He twirled it around in his fingers as he walked, trying to imagine what was so special about it. His father had given it to him a few years ago and told him it was a family memento. He had no idea whose it was originally, but it looked very old. It seemed much older than his father, to whom it had belonged. He barely even had known his father, and had only met the man once, and that was only to give him the locket and then disappear from his life entirely. For some reason though, he didn't resent the man for walking out on him. In fact, he was grateful to have met the man, if only for a brief moment so he could drop off the family locket. He could only assume his grandfather had given it to his father a long time ago.
