Murdered By My Memories Novels & Stories

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.

"I don’t have any memories between the ages of 16-18." I let out a small, humorless laugh. "Right. That’s mine. You may as well know." Lucian turned to me, his gaze sharp. "And you don’t know why?" I shrugged. "My wolf, Nina, said my brain hides those memories. Like a self-protection mechanism. So whatever I forgot must’ve been terrible." Lucian didn’t say anything for a long moment, his fingers flexing slightly at his side. Then, my eyes landed on another secret. My breath caught. I turned to Lucian. "Is this yours?" I asked, holding up the slip. I killed someone.

I was once the Pythia, an oracle of Apollo. After marrying the late king, I became known as the Oracle Priestess. When my husband died in battle, I faked my death and returned to the temple. From then on, I devoted myself to protecting the capital with the gods' blessing. Then one day, they brought my daughter's body into the temple. She was covered in raw, unhealed wounds, and her eyes were still open. The attendants tossed her body, wrapped in nothing but a straw mat, onto the floor. Then they stood nearby whispering. "Poor princess. The king cared more about the Rose of Highcourt than his own sister. He let her suffer until her wounds became infected and she died in agony. "King Theron wa

And my hands — my claws — covered in so much gore I can’t tell where the death ends and I begin. I did this. The beast did this. And somewhere in the fading dark, a memory stirs like something waking from a long sleep. Another night. Another massacre. Another time when I lost control and woke up surrounded by bodies I didn’t remember killing. Celeste’s face flashes behind my eyes. Then nothing.

“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.