I've been wanting to write stories more recently but haven't been able to get my head in the right space. Last night I read an article by 
Joseph sat at his desk scratching his head, "how could it be?" he asked himself over and over. For years Joseph has been the top of his game, top of the academy, fast tracked promotions, captain of the rugby team. But in the past week everything had gone wrong.
It started after a freak traffic accident where he had been knocked unconscious. Joseph had woken up in his home 3 days later remembering nothing apart from a dull ache behind his left ear. He returned to work not long afterwards and that's when things started going wrong. He roughed up a gang informant that he had been working for years, he insulted the captains wife then he bit the ear off of an opponent on the rugby field. None of this was his character and he knew something wasn't right.
But today all the pieces had started to fall into place. When he arrived at the office, there was an envelope on his desk, inside only 1 small piece of paper saying "You are Mine"