Fear Of Being Forgotten Novels & Stories

he said. “My past matters too. How can I have forgot that if it keeps on haunting me? I tried to eliminate those bad memories but it’s way too hard. I don’t know where to position myself” I saddened. I’m like carrying a very heavy baggage and I couldn’t just let go of it. Every day I am afraid that what if one day everyone will know the truth about me and they choose to believe what’s not true. I don’t want to be stuck again on that situation where I have to hide.

I'm done with this bullshit. "What the hell?" He stopped writing and looked at me. "What? You make a mistake or something?" "You've been ignoring and avoiding me all day so I ask again, what the hell?" I repeated. "Do you ever have that feeling where you forgot something but you don't quite know what it is you forgot and you spend the whole day trying to figure out what in the hell you forgot then you finally remember what it was and this massive weight is lifted off your chest but then the guilt of forgeting starts weighing on you even more?"

Fear crept down the veins of Annie as she could see all those like today. "Mishty... Run" her dad's words echoed inside 10-year-old mishty who is trembling in fear... Fear to die.. fear to see her dad die... Fear to lose her mom... Fear to lose her happy family ... Annie closed her eyes to stop thinking about it... But no... This piece of information made her recall every damn thing .. which she forgot times before because of trauma... Her memory system completely blocked such drastic memories inside her head... But she couldn't control it more when reading her own death article in the newspaper.

"Not only does it lead to slower responses, but it also causes poor memory and leads to intermittent memory loss. "The doctor said that forgetting certain people and incidents might be a defense mechanism. My brain is afraid that I'll get hurt if I think about those people or incidents."

“ Promise me, that you will never leave my side till the day I leave this mortal world. ” Merindale asked, finally breaking off, “ I am too scared of losing you as well. I am not afraid to die, I swear… But I am scared that I will not be able to remember you, once they make me drink from the River of Forgetfulness, that is meant for the mortals to forget everything about their past. It really scares me Akata that I might forget about you once more… . Like I had before. ” “ You found me, didn't you? And I am sure you will find me again. ”

The ink was uneven, as if the writer’s hand had trembled. My Sons, I don't expect forgiveness. I don't even expect you to read this. But I had to try. I have spent the last six months in a cell, thinking about legacy. I thought legacy was a name. I thought it was money. I thought it was control. I see now that I was wrong. Legacy is memory. And my legacy... my legacy is fear. That is what I leave you. That is what you will remember when I am gone. I wanted to change that. Just a little. Before the end.

“Tell me what you fear most.” The question caught me off guard. My mouth went dry. “Why?” “Because fear shapes men more than love or hunger,” he said. “I need to know yours.” I searched his face. For once, I saw no mask, no calculation. Just something raw, something that wanted an answer. My chest felt tight, but I gave it to him anyway. “Being forgotten.” He went still. Completely, utterly still. The way he did when he was deciding whether to kill or spare.

It was the fear of a man who had finally found something worth protecting. "You're afraid," I said. He was silent. I could feel the weight of his fear pressing against me through the bond. It was suffocating. I could feel his shame too, the guilt of being afraid, the belief that he should be stronger. He had spent so long being strong for everyone else that he had forgotten how to be weak. He had forgotten that it was okay to be afraid. He had forgotten that fear didn't make him less of a man. He had forgotten that vulnerability was not weakness. He had forgotten that being afraid was part of being human. He had forgotten that he was allowed to feel. He had forgotten that he was allowed to b