Novel & Cerita Bleach: Memories Of Nobody

When I was attacked by a rogue, I truly thought I was going to die. When I opened my eyes again, my vision was still blurry. Not far away, a healer was speaking softly to Raymond. "We tried everything we could, but the poison has been in her system for some time. No one knows what the side effects will be." I've always hated places that reek of disinfectant. I pushed myself up on the edge of the bed, wanting to walk out and tell them I was ready to leave. Just as I reached the doorway, I heard Raymond's voice. He sounded relieved.

Vents in the ceiling hissed, releasing a thick, sweet-smelling gas. I looked at Lorenzo. He looked back at me, his jaw set, his hand reaching for mine. This was the moment he usually died. This was the moment I usually lost him. "Not this time," I said. I reached into the holographic display, my fingers dancing across the code. I wasn't reading it; I was rewriting it. My "Blood Memory" wasn't just about combat—it was about the very architecture of the system that built me. "We’re being reset," I whispered, looking directly into the camera lens, knowing Silas could see the blue fire in my eyes. "But this time, I’m the one holding the remote."

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."

And it did work, I didn't notice that I survived that day without being jealous of the others for that whole day. The next painting on the other corner still on the left side shows a bunch of broken things. An eyeglass, vase, face mirror, and a phone that has flooded with unread messages. Only the phone has the blood on it. This is the painting I made the day my parents told me that I will be engaged to someone.

Everything becomes vivid once the light goes on. A tall, skinny woman with a toffee complexion rushes her steps towards her. It's impossible to hide, the room is extremely empty. Charging out a gun as she approaches, her brain goes numb. This is a nightmare. Unable to distinguish what's up or down. She blinks over and over. Wake up, you will see this is not real. Her brain fails to process the gun pointed at her. Oh my, what is this? "What do you want from me?” Seated hugging her knees. “Why am I here? Who are you?.” Rose rumbles nonstop.

My mind is blank at first. Then I come to a scene of a little blonde girl in a simple cream colored dress. She must be about ten or so. This must be Sasha. It’s strange to be in someone else’s memories as an observer. It’s like watching a movie while watching it be filmed. It’s strange, and I’m not sure I can compare it to anything else. It must be even weirder for Ari.

The girl looked at him in surprise when he bent himself, bending down to the ground while looking at her with bloody eyes “It’s a waste… I need to kill you in order to get your talent, permanently” in a flash the man is already in front of her and looking at her straight to the eye ‘what the hell? Why did I remember the movie we watched last week?’ Nathan’s eyes are now all black and looking at it closely feels like Sadako came out in her well and now taking her revenge The man smiled, showing his aligned teeth, and said “seems like your mind is stuck in that movie”

“Yeah, sure. But only when we switch forms. Then, you can access my memories while in human form. I need to show them to you. I am unsure why, but I’m 99% sure Nida helped us or you. She didn’t leave anything else, just that message carved in your memory with magic poison. Don’t worry; it is not dangerous; it just shows it does not belong here. A simple message and a tiny heart,” I chuckled, picturing Drifta studying the message, scratching her cheek in confusion. She did something, and then I saw what she saw. Right enough, the words I heard that day lit up on a dark surface that was impossible to identify. Drifta´s voice echoed through my mind, “ It is your memory; it’s not a solid thing,

No one listens. Of course they don’t. They never did. “Memory fragments detected.” “Purge incomplete.” “Force overwrite.” Pain hits. Instant. Explosive. My head jerks back. A scream tears out of me before I can stop it. Everything fractures. Images— faces— blood— voices— Leon. His name hits harder than anything else. Sharp. Clear. Mine. You’re not leaving again. The memory slams into place. Solid. Unbreakable. “No.”