Suppressed Memories

Kioni Life has a way of being funny sometimes. Here I am a psychologist who lost her memory 10 years ago. I meet different patients daily who tell me their problems and help better their lives and thoughts, yet I can’t seem to find a way to help myself remember my past. I have exhausted every book on memory loss, even resorted to crazy ideas I found on g****e and yet everything I tried seemed to not work. This frustrates me a lot and I wish I could have a memory of who I was before all of this. All I remember is Ki, and I wonder what my full name could be. Kira. Kimberly. Just Kim or maybe Kesha. The search is long considering I'm working with only 2 letters. “What do you think I should do?” Shit, not again. I had drifted off from my patient and focused on myself again. So not professional. I exhaled and focused. “What do you think you should do?” I looked at him before I looked down and pretended to jot something on my clipboard. I prayed he would give me something to work wit

James I walked back to my desk where the file was so I could review the whole thing again. I wish my partner was here, but he had to get married and take a vacation for two weeks leaving me to solve this case all by myself. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and placed it on the table. I took a sigh before pushing the chair back so I could work on a lead or something before Romans got wind of the lie spewed about a lead. That man had eyes everywhere and nothing ever got past him. He was a good chief but a pain in the ass sometimes. I skimmed the file again searching for something I might have missed. I knew the obvious reasons the parents never approved of their daughter dating a guy who is not from their elite circle which was bullshit. I rolled my eyes skimming further to the video of their breakup that went viral over the whole campus to Esther getting jealous of Elijah and his new girlfriend. The whole damn case is like a soap opera coming into real life. For once I agreed with t

James “She’s pretty,” Harper spoke over my ear and I jumped. “God Harper, must you always do that?” I snapped dropping my drawing pencil. “Why so jumpy detective?” She laughed while dropping a mug beside my table. “I’m not jumpy,” I scoffed, grabbing the steaming mug before taking a sip. “You hardly draw these days and you missed dinner so decided to get you a coffee,” she shrugged. “You are nosy that's why you are here,” I rolled my eyes, setting my mug down. “So, who’s the pretty lady?” she wiggled her eyebrows at me, “I have only seen you draw a pretty girl once and that was a long time ago,” she added. Harper was just as observant with a sharp memory as me, but there was one more factor: she was nosy. She is the only one who knows how to startle me because she is a sneaky troublemaker who likes hovering over me while I draw. She knows that when I draw, I lose focus of my surroundings with my attention directed to making a drawing come to life. “Stop being a nosy little bra

Kioni I could feel shaking as something rattled or moved and my body was supine. I couldn’t figure out what was happening. I tried to open my eyes but the blinding light was too much, making my eyes roll back. I wanted to speak or get an idea of where I was but something was happening within me. My body was burning up. I could feel it and my head felt like concrete as if it was forcefully pressed down trapping me. It was too much and something was fighting and hammering in front of my heavy eyes. My body was resisting and I was fighting with a younger version of myself for control and I had managed to fight back which made me hear voices. “What's happening to her?” I heard a voice shouting but I couldn’t remember where I knew the voice from. “Stay on your seat, sir. She is convulsing. Dean, how far until we get to the hospital?” A female voice shouted. The voices faded again as if I was forced back into my trance. I was face to face with the one who was responsible for everything a

Kioni I could smell the scent of disinfectant I had familiarized myself with over the months I had been hospitalized after the accident. The stench waffled in my nostrils as I opened my eyes feeling the worst of headaches. I blinked around the white walls steering my head with a wince. “She’s awake,” I heard my mother speak. “Thank God,” I heard my father speak after her as he jumped to be next to me. “What happened?” I asked, blinking again. “My sweet child,” my mother moved closer brushing her warm hands on my cheek, “Something happened last night, and you were rushed here.” “Let’s not talk about this right now, dear,” my father looked at me with a smile before looking at mother, “She has been through a lot and if it wasn’t for Nick,” he shook his head fighting words. “Who the hell is Nick?” I asked, looking at them. “Oh, my sweet baby, you know Nick, right?” she forced a smile before they shared a look. “What is happening, mom?” I looked at her first, “Daddy?” I looked at h