Novel & Cerita Crystal Clear Memories

The memories were seared into his brain now, every single one of them crystal clear. The door creaked open. Lydia walked in.

"Because once the memory extractor starts, the high-frequency pulses will make every bone in your body feel like it has been crushed a thousand times over. After that, you will not get another chance to explain yourself." My face went white. I thrashed against the hands holding me. "Claire, no! "You cannot extract my memories!" Claire seized my wrist, her teeth clenched. "Now you're afraid? "Too bad. "I have to get justice for Lily." Tears blurred my vision. "Claire, please listen to me. My memories cannot be shown. You will regret this." Claire laughed once, sharp and bitter. Her eyes were bloodshot when she leaned closer. "Regret?

Justin’s expression did not change, as though it were just a stranger who had died before him and not someone he had once been obsessed with for so many years. He stood there for a long time, until the oil cooled. Then, his assistant approached. “Mr. Quinn, the kids are awake. They’re crying and asking for you.” “I’ll be there in a moment.” Justin turned around. “Did you record everything just now? I want Yvonne to see it someday.” “Yes, everything was recorded,” the assistant replied. “Should we dispose of Ms. Shaw’s body?” “Take care of it. Make sure it’s clean. I don’t want it to offend Yvonne’s eyes in the future.”

His body moved in faint, rhythmic motions over a doll lying beneath him. The doll's features appeared vivid in the flickering candlelight—almond eyes, cherry lips, and a beauty mark beneath the left eye. It looked just like his adoptive sister, Aveline Montclair. Calista bit down on her lower lip until she tasted blood. This was the third time she had stumbled upon this scene in secret. The first time, she bolted from the room. The second, she stayed awake the entire night. But tonight, she felt nothing but numbness.

I said to Fabian, "Honestly, I don't remember much of our past." His eyes grew red-rimmed when he heard me, but he forced a smile. "Anya, I came to confess something. I won't ask for your forgiveness, but I think I should tell you the truth," he said. "Do you remember the vitamins I gave you a few months ago? They weren't really vitamins but an experimental drug I developed. They can erase parts of a person's memory, and they haven't been released outside the lab."

Damien. The thing about memories is that they don't fade the way people tell you they will. They don't blur at the edges or become easier to ignore. If anything, they sharpen with time, like broken glass waiting to slice through your defenses when you least expect it. I had tried to forget that night a thousand times save from coming to Celeste and demanding she removed the memory. The cave, the elders, the weight of that damn crystal in my hands. The things it showed me.

He turned back to meet my gaze. I winced. “She’s out but should be back soon.” “Alright. Make sure you tell her everything I just said,” he replied, packing up his things. That fragments kept popping up. “Doctor, is it possible to have flashes of an image that aren't clear or identifiable?” He turns in his tracks to meet my gaze. “Yes, of course. That's great news and obviously a miracle that you can capture flashes.” His face lit up with excitement. “It means everything is going perfectly. You will continue to have flashes that come and go. They are fragments of your lost memories gradually resurfacing,” he replied, his tone filled with joy.

The man stated as he cleared his scratchy throat. “Thats actually brilliant.” The scientist stated confidently. Everyone turned their heads towards him with questioning gazes. “There is a 5 percent chance that she could gain her memories back. If she does she will be stuck in a dilemma because not only will she now be in love with her husband but her mother would have a change in heart that will conflict her.” The scientist stated confidently. Slowly the men in the room pondered on what the scientist stated. “So she will have to fight all the good memories.”

I need to go somewhere. But where? There is this feeling in me that I need to do something. But I have no idea what it is! What happened? Why can’t I remember anything? I feel so lost, and my head is killing me. I forced myself to think of anything that happened before I got out of that crystal. Nothing came out of my mind but blurred nonsense images. I couldn’t catch a glimpse of any memory in my head. Most parts of my mind feel like plain, and blank pieces of parchment.

When it talks to you like you don't belong Or tells you you're in the wrong field When something's in your mitochondrial 'Cause it latched on to you, like— Knock knock, let the devil in Manevolent as I've ever been, head is spinnin' This medicine's screamin', "L-L-L-Let us in!" L-L-L-Like a salad bowl, Edgar Allan Poe Bedridden, shoulda been dead a long time ago Liquid Tylenol, gelatins, think my skeleton's meltin' Wicked, I get all high when I think I've smelled the scent Of elephant manure—hell, I meant Kahlúa Screw it, to hell with it, I went through hell with accelerants And blew up my-my-myself again Volkswagen, tailspin, bucket matches my pale skin