The painting was yellowed with rounded edges. It was a masterpiece and it was lying in my hand. Wait, had I stolen it? I don't remember... had I borrowed it from someone... hmm?

I stood up from the couch, looking at the painting vividly, hoping that I didn't do anything bad last night since I drunk myself to sleep and took a couple pills. I hardly remember how I got home last night or who brought me here... Strange isn't it?

Knowing I was doing a spur of the moment thing, I knew right then that I would never try that again. I hold on to my head, trying to rub the throbbing extricating pain away while groaning. I look in front of me seeing two aspirins and a tall glass of water, I swallow the pills and take a large gulp of water, letting out a huge sigh after taking the medication. Everything from last night was such a blur and this painting in my hand was a mystery.

Maybe I did do something wild last night and stole the picture from someone but right now I wasn't thinking about any of that. I just wanted the pain in my head to go away and take a long hot bath to soothe my back. I lay the painting on the table as I slowly get up from the couch, walking to the bathroom while stumbling a little to the wall. I feel a pair of hands grabbing on me, trying to keep me from falling.

"Who the hell are you?!" I spoke...