Imagination Flashback Novels & Stories

I thought about this, “I didn’t mind it then, but it’s the same thing as before where my body just panicked. I always try to push those memories away.” “It's like the flashback, you call it. That is what happens when you repress those memories, they can come back like a person remembering their past after having amnesia,” Elliot tells me and he reached out to hold my hand. “I can see why you would get confused and panic.”

It’s not that I don’t accept what he said, because I do, and intend to go by it, but it’s the way he said it that seemed strange. It was almost like he knew Rome wouldn’t be coming back anytime soon. I get better over the next few days, I can eat now, I sleep with little to no nightmares, and I can stay almost the entire day without mental ritual images plaguing me. Imagery is such a weird thing; it’s one of the things that falls under both the Curse bracket and the Blessing bracket. It’s nice when you can picture everything that is said, that you read, it’s amazing, but when you see something you probably shouldn’t have seen, and then you can’t unsee it…well, it really fucking sucks.

It makes me cringe visibly and have the urge to bleach my brain. Scanning through so many pretty gross scenes that involve not just Eve in a flicker of a second, but seeing and knowing what each visual replay is, because that’s part of my gift. It's like I absorb them, even in a fleeting moment, to know exactly what they are. Images so fast they seem almost like a blur, but once they have flown past my sight, I know what they contain and what happened. I can recall them in full. I’ve heard that imprinting on a mate has the same effect, and you receive a lifetime of their memories in a fleeting second.

I know what it’s like to feel lost, to yearn for pieces of a past that seem just out of reach… even if I have come to the conclusion that I do not want to remember more than I do. He shakes his head slowly. “Not really. It’s like… I get these small flashes sometimes. Moments that feel real, but they don’t make sense. I don’t know if they’re actually mine or just figments of my imagination.” His brow furrows, and I can see the frustration etched on his face.

I try not to remember everything at once because the pain is so unbearable so I just sit still. " Where do I go ?"I ask myself looking around looking for a way or a trail or something. I spot a rabbit hopping from a distance and I have the urge to follow it. I stand up quickly and more images start pouring in my brain. Flash back: "Look at that !"I exclaim as I notice a huge fat rabbit hopping off to another trail that disappears in a thick forest . end of flash back. " I don't think I'm going there ,"I mutter to myself feeling shivers in my entire body .I wrap my arms around myself and decide to sit quietly on a tree trunk .

I scream and push him away. My head is bursting with pain and I rub my forehead, wanting the pain and the images to fade away. The images..... A boy__a boy with me, in the blunt images, laughing and smiling, my father talking and chatting with him, we eating dinner together, Emilia raising eyebrows at him..... And my fingers brushing his lips..... And suddenly I see his face, smiling.... I realize I'm not floating anymore. Then, everything goes black. I collapse.

Maybe because of the amount of trouble in my mind I did not realize that I had fallen asleep. END OF FLASHBACK...

"What happened to you Lucy? What happened to your pack members? What happened to your mate? Where are they now? She asks Lucy to touch her hand and at the moment she can see Lucy flashback. "What are you talking about dear! I don't get what you're saying! Lucy was very confused about what was happening at the moment. Close your eyes and meditate with me. She closed her eyes immediately and the flashback of her life reflected back to her but she was confused. She couldn't understand what it meant but she felt like it belonged to her because the person she was seeing was no other person than herself. She was the person but the man she had called her alpha and mate she didn't see his face.

(Flashback) The memory had never returned to her in a perfect sequence. Even now, years later, it arrived in scattered pieces—sensations first, images second, emotions last. What she remembered most clearly was the overwhelming sense of urgency that had driven her forward during those long, desperate hours. The world had felt enormous then, far too large for a child who barely understood where she was or how she had ended up alone on the edge of a town she had never seen before.

“Can you take me to the exact spot?” “What… right now?” “Maybe tonight. When it’s dark. If it’s dark it should look the same. Maybe I’ll remember something.” ooOoo Ivor sat by Anna’s side and stared at the piece of road for a long time. There was very little to see. It was a corner on a narrow unlit country road with a warning sign for the coming bend. There were trees and fenced-off fields on either side, and a small farmhouse with lights in its three windows just visible directly ahead, between the trees on the crest of a hill. An unremarkable fragment of rural Essex. He was about to apologize for asking her to drive him to the spot, when the first flashback occurred. It was nothing more t