Novel & Cerita Murdered By My Memories

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.

I said to Fabian, "Honestly, I don't remember much of our past." His eyes grew red-rimmed when he heard me, but he forced a smile. "Anya, I came to confess something. I won't ask for your forgiveness, but I think I should tell you the truth," he said. "Do you remember the vitamins I gave you a few months ago? They weren't really vitamins but an experimental drug I developed. They can erase parts of a person's memory, and they haven't been released outside the lab."

It was too late for them to fix what they broke. “I went out to watch the sunset because being In here is suffocating and instead of treating me with love when I come In you let someone throw me on the ground and than you hurt me with your words.” I stated as I took another step back. “You hurt me and you wonder why I have no memories. Who would want to remember this horrible life?” I asked as I shook my head. “Who would want to live this life?” I yelled to nobody as I pointed to everything in the room as I laughed at the irony as I took a step back.

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.

I often see how you sob over what you destroy, how you want to stop and just worship; and you do stop, and then a moment later you are at it again with a knife, like a surgeon. -Anaïs Nin. |L O R E N Z O| I remember, I keep remembering and there is nothing more tragic than this. To remember. When you know there is nothing left other than the memories, you remember. The one your mind forces you to live again and again.

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.”

I also couldn't let her know that she was going to be the reason for my demise. The more we spoke, the more I realized something. The vision I had were memories of the past that was locked somewhere in the back of my mind. “Your parents? You're not aware that…" My voice trailed off. … I killed them. I completed the thought in my mind. There was pain in her eyes. Didn't she remember? Were her memories locked too? Why was I just remembering now? I needed to leave this place instantly before something I had no control of happened.

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.