Murdered By My Memories Novels & Stories

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.

I was dazed for a moment before remembering her boyfriend was Fabian. This drug was truly strange. It didn't seem to erase my memories in order of time but rather memories connected to a certain person. I realized I had very few memories of Fabian left. The only thing I knew was that he was my husband, and he had cheated on me. But other than that, I had almost completely forgotten what had happened between us. My feelings for him had faded so much that they were almost gone. Unable to resist joining in the fun, I even liked Yelena's post. I swore I meant it sincerely.

I had loved my grandfather and I never even met him and to have him break my heart like this was just too much to bear. So without thinking I was doing the one thing that would make everyone happy. I looked over at the neuroscientist with my resolve and spoke the words that would be the end of who I was, hopefully forever. “You can erase my memories, I have no need for them since Bella Emerson is dead.”

It was not only to make her happy, but because she'd become his one and only. I handed him the ring with a cold expression. "Take it." Taking it joyfully, he paid no mind to my sorrows and left in a hurry. I glanced around the scattered items on the floor and smiled bitterly. "Just like you all, I'm now disposable too." My existence was now as insignificant as the clutter at my feet. I figured that when my memories faded, I could finally be free of the pain he'd brought upon me. Just then, a sharp pain struck my head as if memories had been ripped from my mind.

"But there are those who only did the job for a plate of food. There are those who cannot give up the Brotherhood, because they will be declared as enemies until the end. There are those who no longer have hope of freedom, and they are the ones who do everything without feeling a shred of remorse. When I killed the first person, I was thirteen years old. To this day I remember the feeling. It was the worst thing I've ever felt in my entire life. The person's body fell on top of me, and their blood stained me for several minutes, until someone came to remove it. To this day, when I take a shower, I have the feeling that the blood has impregnated my skin. I run away until I almost turn white,

"Right now, from what your grandmother has said, you are the only one who can destroy the Patrons because you did it before. But during that time, you weren't aware of yourself and surroundings. Is there anything you can remember from that evening? Is there anything that stood out to you?" I winced at my memories. They were something I wanted to forget. I had killed a lot of innocent people, and I wanted to forget everything entirely! It was hard. It was maddening! I closed my eyes tightly to shit off the memories. The blood. The slashes into people's hearts. The snapping of bones under my paws. The cries... The way I was begged for mercy, but I wasn't listening. I was filled with rage that

His fingers shook as he swept a cold smile across the crowd. “The memory decoder is a new product. Data misalignment is normal. Maybe Finn altered the memories before he died to drag his wife down with him. After all, he’s a murderer who even dared to kill his wife's parents!” A team member burst in, face ashen, shouting, “Chief! Another murder just happened in the south district! The victim was carved up and had bones severed—the method is exactly the same!” Linda struggled to her feet. She looked at me slumped in the chair, long devoid of life, her whole body shaking.

SHATTERED MY LIFE! I remember the faces and the names of those men who abused me. Kevin, Alex, Alvin, Eigner, and Gin. I sat down on my bed while still hugging the doll because hugging it gives me comfort even for a while while the memories are flashing back to my head. I remember how I stabbed Alex and I shot my brother Kevin because I can’t take another abuse from them anymore. I remember the look into my father’s eyes. The sadness and pains in his eyes before the accident; how he became so hopeless when he saw me covered with blood with my brother and his best friend dead inside my room. The look in his eyes is like the sadness and pains of my mother before she commits suicide. I remember

Running my fingers over each of them, the memories comes rushing in. My eyes closed shut as the pain remains evidently real in my mind. 'Every scar is a reminder of a mistake or what you've been through.' Ophelia's words rings in my head and I scoff. I'm a murderer. It's a fact. Something I grew up knowing and taught to do. I know that with everything I've done, there's no place in heaven for me.

🥀 MELONIE'S POV 🥀 Silence descended, everyone I had injured stayed rooted to the ground, and the man I just brutally slaughtered, lay lifeless on the ground, his ripped-out heart still beating on my palm, dripping with blood. Suddenly, I clasped my head which was throbbing with a sharp ache. As I struggled to understand the situation, a wave of memories came flooding back to me. At first, they were fragmented and disjointed, like pieces of a puzzle that refused to fit together. But as the moments ticked by, the memories began to merge, forming a picture that made my blood run cold.