Murdered By My Memories Novels & Stories

Sienna wiped away her tears hastily and glared at me fiercely, "Nyla, I won't spare you. When the murderer is found, I'll make sure you go to hell with him." The witch intensified her dark magic, and a sharp pain swept through my body. "Ah..." As I screamed in agonizing pain, images flashed through everyone's minds. This time, there were no definite images. The memories were all over the place like shattered glass. Sometimes it was during my school days, sometimes my childhood, sometimes even events from yesterday. However, there were no images of me facing the murderer alone that night. Everyone became restless, overwhelmed by my memories.

"He was killed, Mia. They killed him." Mia furrowed her brows in bewilderment. "What are you saying? Who's 'he'? And who killed 'him'?" The horrifying scene of him being shot, flashed into my memory again. I tried to fight it away, but it just wouldn't go away in spite of how hard I tried. I wrapped my hands around my head and screamed. Why couldn't the memory of that dreadful day stop hunting me?

My finger right by the trigger, ready to fire the bullet, ready to kill him, end him, remove him from our lives like he never existed. But my mind was playing tricks on me because my eyes didn't see the monster; My eyes saw someone else. They saw that little defenseless boy. For a flash of a second, I pinched my eyes shut, not ready to face the outcome of my action, but in that second, a memory flashed in my head, the same one I am sure he just remembered. **FLASHBACK**

The room was dark, the ceiling coming to view to be whisked away again until my eyes went steady and I was just staring at the ceiling. I stayed there for I don’t know how long. I knew I had done something terrible and I was fighting so hard to not remember but my brain just kept pushing the memories ahead with them exploding in my head. A gasp pulled from me, the tears falling from my eyes like rain in summer. My whole body shook, what had I done? The images kept swarming in my head, the bodies scattered all around the ground. It had been a massacre and I had done that. I had killed over two thousand rogues. They were people too, they had families and I had annihilated them as if they were

I got on my knees, I couldn't walk, so I began to craw like a baby. I looked at my hands, and it was stained with blood, the blood of my aunt. My memories were filled with pains and past events that happened while I was locked in the room. My aunt was dead, and I murdered her, now everyone will see me as a curse they have always said I was.

All I could think of was the memory of the white cloth being pulled over Marie's lifeless body. I never thought Gigi would be the culprit who killed Marie. I couldn't stop myself from lunging at Gigi and choking her. "Annette! Have you lost your mind?" Zachary roared. He grabbed my arm and threw me aside, making me fall onto the ground.

"Reporting to Captain Schneider! We have conducted a thorough investigation of the memory source and there are no signs of it being altered!" The technician paused before continuing, "According to brainwave theory, the retrieved memories are from the host's deepest and unforgettable recollections…" Before he could finish, the giant screen started to vibrate violently with a sharp screech of the electrical current, and an indescribable pain pierced my soul! It felt like numerous steel needles were stabbing deep inside me and stirring madly within. I curled up into a ball from the pain but could not make a sound. When the pain finally ended, the screeching from the electrical current stopped,

Elena's POV I could feel the memories running through my brain and my body convulsed in pain. Williams, he kills people. The man I vowed to spend the rest of my life with, kills people. The memories burnt so bad as I tried to find a moment of peace but it seemed almost impossible, they wouldn't stop. I saw the image of a man, a man who looked so familiar yet was so unfamiliar. Where do I know him from? Who is the girl beside him?

Then, she added, "We're all in this together. A downpour's coming, so we should find some supplies." She crouched before me and held my left hand. Her face was a mask of understanding. "It's all my fault. I'll help you up." I slapped her hand away in disgust. She let out a gasp and fell backward. Everyone huddled around her and shot me with dark glares. I stood up and put on a sneer. Yes, a downpour was coming. In my previous life, these asshats had only survived those two days by the skin of their teeth. I busted my ass setting up traps in the sea for a catch. The waves roared and crashed like a neverending tide. One time, they nearly swept me into the sea.

I can't help but wonder what it would be like to take things further with her, to explore all the other ways we could pleasure each other. But then there are the other memories, the ones that make me feel sick to my stomach. The night when I murdered my wife. The details were always distorted and mangled.. The way I held the pillow over her face, the way she struggled and gasped for air. The way her body went limp, and I knew she was gone. The guilt and shame of that night still haunt me, even in my dreams. I try to push those thoughts aside and focus on the good memories, but they keep coming back to me. I can't escape them, no matter how hard I try. It's like I'm stuck in a never-ending cy