Novel & Cerita Nightmare To Remember

I sit in bed, staring absentmindedly at a corner of the room. Moonlight seeps through the windows and paints everything a serene shade of blue and the silence is calm, but my mind is far away from the present. Unlike my dreams, I remember my nightmares in brutal detail. They are never scary, just reminders of my past and all the things I could have, should have, done differently. My nightmares are a collage of regrets resurfacing to remind me who I am and what I destroyed.

"I'm sorry, Clara. That's a particularly cruel thing for fate to take from you." "It's not just fate." Bitterness crept into my voice despite my best efforts to keep it level. "It's him standing right there, in that packhouse, completely unaware that tonight was supposed to matter at all. It's everyone around him so determined to let him forget gently instead of fighting to help him remember."

I wake up from my sleep on the couch to a noise that sounds like murmuring outside the front door. “That’s weird.” I say while glancing at the clock on the front screen of my phone. I see a message from Nikolai and as silly as it sounds I instantly feel my body heat up. I jump up and run to the front door, turning on the porch lights and swinging the door open.

I mumbled as I stared at his dark nearly black eye lids that made him look tired. The sigh that the doctor made told me that he didn’t approve of my observation. “Bella we are trying to get your memories back. So I need you to try.” He said as he handed me the card. “I did try.” I grumbled. “It’s a brown bear.” He stated as he picked up another card. I pressed my lip because there were too many things in the world and I couldn’t know what they all were if I had only two weeks of memories.

Mitsuhide asked as he moved to the bed and helped her removed the extra pillows around the woman. “No, it isn’t.” Kit said as she had a flash in her memory but couldn’t hold on to it. The memory slipped away before she could have it register. There was something about this that was familiar, but she could not remember how. “What?” he asked as he saw the look on her face change. “I just remembered something you know like a picture of a memory, but it doesn’t stay with you?” she asked, and he nodded, “But I can’t remember what it is about. It must have to do with something about the pillows.”

Because this was about Emily. I lifted my head slightly, wanting to speak but stopping halfway. In the end, I just let out a small, bitter laugh. Lemon tea. That was where my nightmares began. But who would ever believe me? So I stayed silent. Steve suddenly stepped forward and slapped me hard across the face. “You stupid farm girl. Go on, keep pretending to be mute. This memory extractor was made just for you. Enjoy it while you can.” Steve had always despised me, and that slap was full of hatred. My cheek burned, my head spun, and the taste of blood filled my mouth.

I slowed down after I couldn't hear those four anymore and walked the familiar path to that memorial. Some part of me had always hoped that I was one day find those kids again after the Nightmare Master discarded them. He had always claimed he wasn't killing them, but no matter how many times I looked, I could never find them anywhere. Still, I had hoped one day that I might find them and give them a home here permanently this time. The memorial wasn't to remind me they might be dead; it was to remind me they might be out there still. Of course, that hope died out, but I still come here occasionally to remember all the people whom I have wronged.

As if it was there to remind me that I was an unlucky person right from the start. What other word could I use to describe my life? I lost both parents ten years ago, as if it was karma for what they had done to the boy who had been the main character of my nightmares for more than a decade. They were killed by my father’s own gang friends. The memory of it was terrible, and thinking about it every now and then still didn’t bring answers.

My lonely silhouette passed through the crowd and seemed to leave traces of my existence, but it also seemed like I'd never been here at all. As my car sped through the night, I glanced out the window and saw Beamon standing at the hall's exit. He seemed to be frantically searching with a desperate look in his eyes. Was he searching for me? No, that couldn't be. I was just being foolish again. There was still an hour until midnight. The pain in my head was growing sharper, and I knew that the last of my memories of Beamon would soon disappear. Before boarding the plane, I received a video from Anja captioned, "Revenge delivered."

"I will never felt you are troubling me with any kind of problem. Your problem is mine too so tell me how and when it all started." "I can't remember the days I spent as a kid but I know my nightmare has been haunting me since then. I don't know how it all started. All I could see in the nightmare was a little girl crying in a house on fire with a man and a woman shouting for help in so much tears. I don't understand what that means mum." "Since you are a kid?" "Yes mum!"