Murdered By My Memories Novels & Stories

It should be stopped. The memories of him and Dimitri came flashing down to my mind like hell. I couldn’t stop from tearing out hard. Whatever I had felt in last some months was just more than just a dream. More than just a nightmare which I don’t want to remember but also I couldn’t forget. The thing that was in my heart was just buried within me. I called him the murderer but I am returning back to my home as the one. The murderer of my him, the murderer of Dimitri, the murderer of my love and the murderer of … me.

"Say what again?" I bit my lip, a thousand memories whirling in my mind, it seemed so hard to catch just one and focus on it. It was as if I had opened a tightly sealed gate of memories and now there were just too many, sabotaging my memory lanes, making me confused. But I needed only one, the very one I was terrified of and had locked it at the extreme bottom afraid it might resurface. And now, here I was, searching for that same memory and scared shitless of finding it. The memory of the day my father was murdered.

Each memory etched into her consciousness, each scar etched onto her heart, had shaped her into a woman who was no longer content to be a victim of circumstance. "They must pay for killing my mother," her words echoed in the room, reverberating like a solemn oath. The memory of her mother's untimely death, shrouded in mystery and pain, loomed before her. The questions that had lingered for years, the unsolved puzzle that had haunted her nights, were now being confronted head-on.

I catch sight of my reflection, and all the memories instantly evaporate, immediately replaced with one other memory only. Tanya's murder. She was murdered. . . by him. Ash. That reminds me. . . I'm here to avenge her death. I stand and stare at my reflection for a few heartbeats. In these short moments, I see a washed-up-looking woman staring back at me with pain-filled eyes. She blinks, breaking the spell of inertia holding her, and I'm moving forward, filled with determination.

*******END OF FLASHBACK******* “It can’t be him. It has to be someone else. There’s no way he could still be alive.” My voice trembled as I stared down at my hands…..at that hand. The one that had once torn his heart out. The one still stained with blood I could never wash away. “I killed him,” I whispered. “With these hands.” Tears blurred my vision as I curled my fingers into a fist, my nails digging into my palm as the memories surged—his pleading voice, his eyes, and the shock on his face. I still never forget all of it. I never wanted to….I never wanted to.

The harder I reached for it, the more it slipped away. "I'm not sure yet," I said, frustration creeping into my voice. "It's coming back in pieces. Like... like I can almost see more but then it fades." "That's okay. We don't have to get everything at once. This is a process." But I wanted to get everything at once. Wanted to remember exactly who had walked down that hallway, who had opened that door, who had pulled the trigger. Because somewhere in my blocked memories was probably the answer to who killed Rafael and tried to kill me.

"You're what? Three months old? Four?" It pulled back. "I have her memories." "Memories aren't self." I followed. Crowding its space. "You remember being blind. But you've never been in darkness. You remember loving me. But you've never felt anything." Its hand rose. Knife. Small. Professional. I didn't move. "Kill me," I said. "And you prove I'm right. That you're just violence. Just emptiness. Just—" The window shattered. Not gunshot. Rock. Simple.

She silenced me for good by surgically removing my vocal cords, and the day before the trial, she stared at me with bloodshot eyes and asked, "How could you kill my mother, Matthew?" I kept shaking my head, trying to tell her that it wasn't me. She still refused to believe me, though. She drove ten sharp needles into my fingers, the pain so excruciating that it made me bite my lip until it bled. "It was these very hands that killed my mother." She then looked down at my bloodied, mangled hands and cried. In the meantime, my memories were still playing on the large screen, transitioning to a path lined with magnolia trees at my medical school. Wanda, who was much younger back then, was standi

I looked down at my hand, which was still cold from my dream. "I-I'm sorry, but...all I remember is when I was young," I admitted, disappointed in myself. For the past two years, I've been frustrated by my lost memories. I only remember my childhood memories and it stopped with the memory when my parents died after that there were no memories left with me and am dissatisfied with them. Auntie Susan and Uncle Peter said they found me unconscious near a river. I had returned from the North Snow Province, drenched in my own blood and nearly dead. Auntie Susan used to be a nurse, so she knew first aid, which she used to save my life.

“Joshua is anything but a criminal, he is the most honest skin I know. It's me who is criminal ... uh! " Hannah looked at her in shock. Then her features smoothed. “You and a criminal? You couldn't even hurt a fly. ”A grin crept onto her full lips. "Now just tell me the truth." "It's the truth." Alissa took a deep breath. “What I'm telling you now, you can't tell anyone else okay? Not a soul, not even your Eddy. ”Hannah just nodded and looked at her curiously. "A few years ago, when I was still living with my mother, my stepfather came into my room one night and wanted to rape me." Hannah looked at her in dismay, jumped up and sat down next to Alissa on the bed and took her in his arms. "I h