Murdered By My Memories Novels & Stories

Of the world of glittering colors and of perfumed scents that attack my nostrils; To the world of sharp tongues, snaking out to shred soft smiles. I listen as ice tinkles against amber liquid. Heat burns within, a reminder of a suicide from the past; a reminder of a silent murder. Seconds…minutes…centuries… The sudden knowledge twists my belly; I am home. I open my eyes to the blinding flash of a door opening. And wonder if I will remember.”

When we are seated I start crying again; remembering all the horrible things I did. “Enzo I was a monster. I remember everything I did. It was horrible, even though I killed bad people that deserved to die. I still killed them in ways no one should be killed. I killed them like they were animals and the way my memories are just coming back all at once makes it hurt more.”

"So, you remember everything?" Vihaan sighed, his gaze distant for a moment before he focused on her again. "I remember most of it, Maheen. The accident, the past... and the question that's been haunting me ever since my memory came back: Why did you plan Sameer's accident?" Maheen's eyes dropped to the floor, her fingers fidgeting nervously. She took a deep breath before raising her gaze to meet Vihaan's intense stare. "Jiju, I didn't want Sameer to die. I just wanted him to feel the pain he had given me."

Acting purely on instinct, I reduce the volume to zero and click on the video. The next fifteen seconds are like a scene out of a horror movie. My eyes are frozen to the screen, my heart pounding at an alarming pace as I watch a blood-soaked, dying woman cry out in pain. Harsh memories crash into my befuddled brain, memories of the night I murdered Dorothy. She’s lying in our luxurious living room in the pool of her own blood, a dagger stuck to her chest as more crimson spurts from her ashy lips. The video finally comes to an end and I delete it immediately.

My chest tightened with unease. The haunting image of his lifeless eyes and the charred remains of his body plagued my every waking moment. It was as if my mind had carved a permanent, vivid portrait of that catastrophic incident. The memory, like a relentless echo, followed me wherever I went. But I knew, deep down, that constantly dwelling on the gruesome details would only serve to keep me trapped in a cycle of despair.

“What do you want, Ruby? What are your intentions, really?” I opened my mouth to answer, thinking I could get away with some simple explanation. But all too quickly, the flood of memories from my past life came back to me, drowning every other thought in my mind. I see my mother, sprawled out on the carpet, a knife jutting out from her chest and her blood seeping over the marble floor. I scream and fall to the floor, racked with sobs. A shadow just the same shape as Lucas slips out through the doorway, but I refuse to believe he had anything to do with this murder.

**** ~ Flashback ~ Before heading to the library, Evelina and Rissa are on their way to the opposite end of the class to the library. Evelina walks and she stops from her path, she just remembers that there was something she forgot. Seeing Evelina's reaction stop, Rissa asks her. "Eve, what's wrong? Is there anything you left in the classroom?" "No, I forgot something. That actually, I wanted to return the book in the library," she replied.

It must have been hidden from my thoughts. I can't recall any further information from it, so it must have been forgotten in some way. On the day my mother took me in the vehicle, the last thing I can remember is that they were all gone. I recall that when she returned, she ordered me to follow her back inside, but all that was left for me to see were their lifeless corpses in my father's living room. Years of wondering how they were murdered, who did it, and how vicious they had to be to be dismembered hunted me until one day I must have been knocked in the head and never remembered. After all, until recently, it was a frequent occurrence for me growing up.

His features were unrecognizable. Something inside me snapped, and I began wailing uncontrollably. Esther walked over and tried to comfort me. "Eve, is he really Leo? Aww. Don't be too sad. The dead can't come back to life–" I pushed her away and lunged forward before grabbing her by the collar. "You killed him!" She fell to the ground and looked aggrieved. "Eve! I told you it wasn't on purpose! What are you doing?" "Not on purpose? Why didn't you say that when you stopped me from calling emergency services?"

I walk as if in a trance, barely registering my surroundings as I make my way up the stairs and out onto the rooftop. Yet, not even further on my path, I collapsed on the steps, gasping for breath. The image of the two horrendous murder I had witnessed with my very own eyes was hardly seared into my mind refusing to leave me alone. The memories just keeps on replayed in my mind, the images burned into my retinas.