I don't know who I am.



I don't even remember what my name is.



I was lost, confused and broken the day I met them.



My Angels.



To the world, they're nothing but leather wearing, foul-mouthed bikers, but to me, they are my saviors.



The light at the end of a very dark tunnel.



However, as my memory starts to come back to me in pieces, I fear the darkness ahead. Maybe the reason why I can't recollect anything is because I don't want to.



Life is sweet in heaven.



But hell doesn't want to let me go.



Contains mature themes.