Novel & Cerita Buried Memories

I mumbled as I stared at his dark nearly black eye lids that made him look tired. The sigh that the doctor made told me that he didn’t approve of my observation. “Bella we are trying to get your memories back. So I need you to try.” He said as he handed me the card. “I did try.” I grumbled. “It’s a brown bear.” He stated as he picked up another card. I pressed my lip because there were too many things in the world and I couldn’t know what they all were if I had only two weeks of memories.

"But I think it's only me that notice and it was a secret till I tell you now." “It’s luck and Doctor Harvey might not notice it.” Tasha said. Her interest was already high, but she kept it to herself because Doctor Harvey’s life seemed to be like a puzzle that couldn’t be solved in a month, so questioning Sofia for hours would just be a waste of time. “Yes, it is.” Sofia affirmed. She curtsied her head with a smile, and Tasha respectively bowed her head in return, and Sofia walked past her. As Sofia laid her hand on the door handle, a thought zoomed into her head, and she turned back.

“I have no reason to lie to you. Feel free to check for yourself. But don’t be too surprised when you find out what a wonder woman you abandoned.” After he finished speaking, Milo called the maintenance guy to fix my grave. Lucian left in a hurry, Selene trailing behind him. Milo turned to my tomb with a quiet whisper before he left. “You won’t blame me for telling him the truth, will you?” I couldn’t bring myself to blame him. In fact, I owed him a thank you. "Mr. Carrington, the things you asked me to investigate... I found a lot of photos." As Milo stepped out of his car, his assistant approached and whispered in his ear.

Never once had she imagined burying her instead. Olivia hugged Lily’s favorite teddy bear tightly against her chest while the child’s drawing book rested quietly beside the grave. With shaking hands and swollen red eyes, she picked up the book and slowly flipped through the pages one after another. At first the drawings looked normal, childish scribbles mixed with colorful sketches. Then Olivia noticed the hidden sentences Lily had written carefully across different pages. She slowly pieced the words together. "Maybe if Lily wasn’t with mummy, daddy would love her like he used to before I was born"

The posture of someone compensating for something that was beginning to work on its own. He saw her watching. For a moment neither of them spoke. "Don't say anything," he said. "I wasn't going to," she said. He came past her into the sitting room and she watched the way he moved. The sensation returning. The body remembering. She had been tracking it for weeks in small calibrations but this was different. This was visible. She went back to her chair. She looked at the photograph of the building six minutes from the Meridian. Five days. Maybe three. Eleven names. Victor's recordings in offsite storage. A father who was close enough to be useful. And Damien, in the next room, getting stronger

The sensation of the explosion wasn't a roar or a heatwave, it was a sudden, absolute silence that felt like being plunged into a sea of liquid nitrogen, Verina’s physical body was gone, or at least it felt that way, as she drifted through a vast, infinite architecture of glowing white data-streams and shifting geometric shadows. This was the "Digital Graveyard," the internal processing core of the Thorne-Genesis Archive, where the memories of the dead were indexed and the souls of the "liquidated" were stored as unencrypted code. She could see the fragments of Julian’s ambition floating like jagged glass, the cold, clinical echoes of her mother’s betrayals, and the original "Stolen Night" r

"A drug used to treat severe memory loss." My heartbeat stopped. Memory loss. I looked at him. "You think this has something to do with my accident?" "I think..." He paused. "...someone has been trying very hard to make sure you never remembered who you are." --- That night, I was unable to sleep, I wandered into the mansion library. The massive room was empty. Moonlight spilled through the tall windows, illuminating rows upon rows of old books. I walked slowly between the shelves, trying to quiet my thoughts. Then I heard a whisper.

"I checked the pawnshop transaction records. Your name and Adrian's name were written on them. You pawned it for seventy-five thousand dollars back then!" I was so agitated my entire body trembled. "Do you know what that was? That was our family's heirloom! The only thing my father left us to remember him by! "From that day on, I started suspecting you. I installed hidden cameras in your car and in your home. "And everything I saw was so filthy it made me sick."

It didn't take long until her cheeks were swollen like she was a squirrel carrying a big stockpile of food. A concerned Timothy pulled her up, and an old album slid out of her arms. The cover was our photo from when we were still in high school. I was in the center, a big, stupid grin plastered across my face. Timothy's arm went around my shoulder and wrapped itself around Zoe. His eyes were filled with the tenderness I'd never seen. So, they had been going behind my back since then. "Melanie, for old times' sake, please forgive me! We promised we'd grow old together as besties, remember?" Zoe was sobbing, trying to connect to me with our history.

“Specifically the end of the night. After the attack began. What do you remember?” “Nothing!” The word came out flat and final and I meant both of those things. “I’ve told you twice. I don’t remember the end of it. I remember the beginning and then I remember Damien’s men finding me and nothing in between is clear.” Gregory sat across the small table with his hands folded and looked at me with the focused patience of someone who didn’t believe me and was deciding how to communicate that without saying it directly. “Memory under trauma doesn’t disappear,” he said. “It gets buried. What feels like nothing is usually something that the mind has protected itself from accessing. If you let yourse