Novel & Cerita Murdered By My Memories

she dismissed walking away before I got a chance to offer my own goodbye, but I deemed it as fate since further interaction would probably just lead to another memory I pondered on with a feeling of regret and sadness in the depts of my soul. . . . . . . . . . . . . Thanks for reading ❤️‼️ Hope you enjoyed the chapter ❤️‼️

It slammed down with a thunderous roar, and he had no strength to dodge it. In his last moment of consciousness, he suddenly remembered the abduction. Back then, both Calista and Aveline had been strapped with bombs, and he had chosen to save Aveline without hesitation. He wondered if Calista had felt as much agony then as he did now. "I'm sorry," Theodore said. The flames swallowed his apology.

The image is imprinted in my brain like a computer code to a system, her body was lifeless and barely clothed, lying in a pool of her own blood and her beautiful brown skin was adorned with so many bullet holes. My mother was murdered, that was my worst memory. Sometimes I heard her sing to me at night, a secret song only the two of us knew, no one else. It was my bedtime lullaby. Other times I had dreams where I would see her getting shot but I still won't be able to save her or catch the killer.

Memories that haunt me every night creep into my mind–memories that will torment me forever. I try to think of something else–of happy days with her. Because I don't want to see her broken–broken because of me. Her blood on my hands, my clothes. And the blood of the others that died that day. Because of me, of what I did. I am a fucking murderer, and I deserve to suffer.

I didn't even know such places existed until my grandparents suggested it to me three weeks ago. Why? Because my parents are gone; they and my younger sister were murdered in cold blood two months ago. I couldn't remember that terrible night; everything was blurry and confusing when I tried to remember. The killer drugged me, making me a useless witness with no memories. Not remembering didn't make it any less painful or any easier to overcome.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she swept a cold, mocking gaze over the crowd. "The Memory Decryptor is new, so some data corruption is to be expected. Maybe Wendy altered the memories in her final moments in a bid to drag Roland down with her. After all, she was even capable of killing her own in-laws." Another of Roland's subordinates rushed in, face pale. "Chief Turner! There's been another murder in the south district. The victim was gouged of flesh and had their bones severed. The method is identical to the previous cases." Roland staggered to his feet. When he saw me sitting lifeless in the chair, his entire body shook.

I walked in and was greeted with images and flashes that were overwhelming me, making me shake my head in panic before the place began shaking. ‘Please stop fighting me. I’m not trying to hurt you. I want to get back in. All you have to do is stop resisting. Open your eyes and focus.’ my younger version spoke. The voice echoed in my head over the painful sound. I remembered why this had been familiar and why I could never remember. After the accident, I had been fighting my younger self and winning because I refused to remember. That's why I always wake up drenched in my own sweat as if I was drowning. Every time she tried to speak all I heard was the noise that blocked me from allowing the

he murmured, almost tenderly. He leaned in. The gun gleamed in his grip, still warm from the kill. “I kill men for blinking at me wrong,” he said, “And you think I’m going to let you go?” “I swear…please…I’m not gonna tell anyone…I didn’t even see his face…I don’t even know the person you killed…I have short term memory….i swear to God sometimes I forget my own name….I didn’t know what I was looking at…just please…” She tried to crawl backward. Slipping in her own piss. Her palms scraping through gravel. Her knees dragging through mud and blood, slick and cold.

Those were memories, fragmented and almost forgotten memories that decided to surface. From mum's statement, ' I don't want you remembering this till the time is right, baby' she didn't want my little self to drown in those memories. She didn't want me to remember for a reason but also for some reasons, the memories were returning because somehow, the time was right for it to. Antonio killed my mother? And he also killed my father? He made me an orphan. Fucking deranged man. I heard the door to my cell creak open and I jerked as a guard rolled in food for me while leaving immediately.

I snapped, “You heard my sister and she’s right. What I am is a fucking monster - something that shouldn’t be existing in the first place.” I stared at the window desperately trying to block out the vivid images - memories - that started flooding through my head. Memories that have haunted me every single night for five years. Blood - so much blood. And then a body lying in a pool of it. Jessica. The love of my life. Staring up at me with eyes that were lifeless by the time I came back to my senses. I had killed her - the only woman I ever loved. I had murdered her with my bare hands.