A Misty Memory Novels & Stories

*Fiona* I’m lying in my bed in the tower, but everything is hazy. A thin mist hangs around the perimeter of the room, one I can’t see through. The mist obscures even the windows. Moonbeams cut through the fog in hazy stripes. I can’t remember what was going on a few moments ago, but I remember Varek was here.

“Idiot, later, you should know how to answer grandfather’s questions. If you dare to talk drivel, I can guarantee you that from now on, most of your life will be spent lying on the bed.” The disdain, threat, mixed with ridicule as well as blatant hostility had nevertheless provoked the slightest amount of anger on the person that was sitting on the bed. Misty at this moment was simply unable to attend to what these two scoundrels had spoken as one segment after another segment of strange yet familiar scenes were flooding in her mind now. Those memories that completely did not belong to her came like a wave. If she did not forcefully resist the urge of nausea, she probably would have been lai

“I have hated you since the beginning. You might not remember, but I can remember everything. I had them completely convinced that you were a bad child. They believed everything I told them. When I would cry and tell them you pushed me or stole my toy, they would punish you no matter how much you cried and told them I was lying.” Of course, I didn’t remember much from my childhood. I had tried to block out unpleasant memories. I never fully understood why Misty hated me so much, but now I was beginning to. Flashes of blocked memories began to surface, and all at once, I remembered every time Misty had lied to get me in trouble.

The air was thick with anticipation, as if the walls themselves held countless untold stories. I approached the reception desk, where a young woman with piercing blue eyes and an enigmatic smile greeted me. Her name tag read "Lena." "Welcome to Memoria," she said, her voice soft yet confident. "How may I assist you today?" "I... I've heard that you can erase memories," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is it true?" Lena nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, it's true. Memoria specializes in memory alteration. We help individuals who seek to escape the pain of their past, to start anew."

I didn’t see things like when you would die, it was more the immediate future, like when I was in trouble, I saw those five or ten minutes ahead, mostly the disappointment in Adara’s eyes and for now it was always a future that directly impacted me. Like mist able to blind you instantly, I too was blinded, by life, by love, by hate and by my own arrogance.

My hand tightened instinctively around his as I steadied myself, Then I saw it. A hidden opening. Behind the waterfall. A cave. The sound of rushing water dulled everything else, like the world outside had been cut off. “Do you remember this too?” Arnold asked. I looked at him, confused. Really confused now. “I don’t know what you want me to remember,” I said slowly. “This is my first time here.” And I meant it. There was no flicker. No memory. Nothing. “It’s fine if you don’t,” he said.

He saw her in front of him, in this dim hallway, on the wall, her lips slightly red from the kiss and something was written in her eyes that he just couldn't identify. As they drove up the hill to the houses, the car jerked and Alissa's knee repeatedly bumped against his. He was happy when Liam parked and quickly opened the door. He absolutely needed a little distance from Alissa, he couldn't lose sight of his task, there was no time for a woman. "We have to get ready now, the Masons are coming in twenty minutes." Joshua noted with a look at the clock and they said goodbye.

The door closed softly, so I couldn't recognize the man. My eyes became wider and I immediately hugged myself. My lips were still parted when I saw how thick the white blanket was that was wrapped around my body. My heart was beating fast, and I was terrified at the thought of what might have happened to me. I don't even remember how I got to this place. I'm not even sure if it's a hotel or a mental hospital! All I see is white! What did you do last night at the engagement, Mayu?! I closed my eyes tightly and tried to remember what happened at the party. But nothing else comes to my mind but the small empty box. After that, I don't remember anything; my vision just went dark.

This was why I had built boundaries, why I maintained a distance, and why I never allowed my emotions to blur the lines that needed to remain clear. And yet, for just a reckless second, I had wanted to close that gap. I had wanted to discover the feel of her lips on mine. The earlier knock at the door replayed in my mind....not just the sound but the timing. Perfect. Too perfect. Regina’s composed, apologetic face came to mind. “I forgot my tablet,” she’d said, her gaze darting between us just long enough to notice the tension. Of course she remembered. Regina never missed a thing.

I allowed my old self to enter as I opened my eyes and focused as she had asked. The room looked like a hologram or multiple streams of memories that were making their way back in my head. Some of the memories were a fraction because the only clear face I could see was Adam. I moved around looking at every emotion in the memories that were flashing before my eyes. I was beginning to remember my brother and the memories were not stopping. I looked at each flash one by one as the pieces were coming into place before I stopped and looked at the one that had triggered me. I walked closer as I focused on the memory once more.