Flashes Before My Eyes Novels & Stories

“Don’t talk. Breathe.” But breathing feels impossible. Every inhale comes out jagged. I feel watched, like shadows have eyes. The carved word seems to pulse on the mirror. Like it’s alive. A tremor slithers down my spine, sharp and cold. My ears ring. My heart pounds. Suddenly, There were flashes. Like lightning inside my head. A memory tries to surface, so sudden it knocks the air out of me. A dark room. Not really dark as there were flashes, red, green, blue lights all at ones.

He asked, noticing my unsettlement. I looked up to him, my gaze soft. “I'm fine.” “Are you sure?” He asked again, his eyes locked into mine. I forced my expression to be neutral while forcing a smile. “I'm fine, Blake.” I began, “It's just that…” I looked to know what his reaction would be. He replied almost immediately, “...That what?” “It's just that, I keep seeing flashes.” His gaze wavered, “Flashes? Of what??”

"We only need them to notice something. To feel that something is not right." Serena folded her hands. "But I've got nothing in my head. I want to remember, I really do. But it's like walking through fog. Every time I think I've got something, it disappears." "What about the flashes?" I asked. "You mentioned you'd been having flashes, right?"

When she returned her gaze to me, her eyes were red with unshed tears, which began trickling down her face as she slowly walked toward me. "Why are you crying… what the heck are you talking about?" And then it hit me, hard! I had thought it was a dream. It all seemed foggy and distorted. Slowly, clearer images of the previous night began slipping into my head. Me, Paul, the party, the girl we saw on the road, the tugging and force, the pain. They were all real! Soon, the images started coming in flashes, each scene jumping in and out simultaneously. The flashes increased their pace and instantly started twirling in my head, making whooshing sounds as they went round and round. I held onto my

The flashes continued till I almost lost control of the car, quickly I parked the car nearby. Placed my hand on my head, I closed my eyes, opened and blinked it severally. Still I kept getting blurry memories, my head hurts. I took out a bottle of water, drank and leaned back, I breathed in, breathed out in rhythm. Then I started the car and drove to a certain extent and the flashes became extreme. I stopped the car again, took my bag, got down from the car, took a taxi and headed to Zeal Restaurant.

But it couldn't be, or could it? 'What is it, Clive?' Miranda asked. But I couldn't answer because, the flashes were blurry scenes shooting through my head. The pain was unbearable. I didn't understand the flashes but all at once they were gone. What just happened? Could those scenes that flashed in my head, causing such terrible headache and blinding pain in my eyes be my memory, trying to force it's way out? I did not mind the pain, provided I remembered everything...

I washed my face and when I looked into the mirror, something flashed before my eyes. I blinked and stared at the mirror again. Nothing showed. “Am I seeing things?” I asked no one in particular and just then it flashed again, this time clear. It was… my past. I saw how I was stabbed and gasped, closing my eyes. Before I knew it, beads of sweat formed on my forehead and I quickly walked out of the bathroom. I sat down on the bed and sighed. “What is this about?”

"Flashes? Can you describe them a bit more? What do you see or feel during these flashes?" I tried to find the right words to describe it, to let her know exactly as I felt, "It's like fragmented images and emotions. I see places I don't recognize, and people I can't remember, but they all feel so real, so intense. Sometimes, there's fear, other times sadness, anger, and pain. It's overwhelming and confusing because I can't make sense of it all."

Then an image flashed before my eyes. I froze in my tracks. A prescience.

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.