Nightmare To Remember Novels & Stories

My fingers caressed the colored notes in my hands and the familiar feeling of longing overwhelmed me. FLASHBACK NARRATIVE ~16 years ago~ *Aidan's Elementary School* A little boy ran into the class of about fifteen kids. "Y'all!" He called the attention of his mates. "I heard 'boo hoo' couldn't get his fees paid. Boo-hoo!" He went to stand in front of a petite boy of around the same age as himself, blocking the little boy's view and taking his books from him.

"People usually know what happened to them and why they came. Every once in a while they don't, and they need help to remember. When you showed up on my doorstep, you were very confused. You just couldn't quite piece it all together." Gretchen's eyes teared up, and she tried hard to swallow down the burning in her throat. "It's like it's on the tip on my tongue and I just can't say it. I have these terrible nightmares and when I wake up, I'm so afraid, but I can't remember. I...I think something terrible happened."

Last night, it was not easy to make her fall asleep as she kept on waking up every hour screaming at the top of her voice, the name of the man who he was yet to see but has come to hate so much. He was surprised that she did not remember anything this morning. Maybe that was the way it was, she would forget everything by morning but he was not so sure that that was how nightmares work as he's had his own fair share of them. And he always remembered them even after waking up from sleep.

I struggle and hear a familiar soft female's voice in my ear, "Sorry Em, but I have no choice..." My eyes go wide, but it's not long before the darkness swallows me. **End Memory** I wake up from the darkness of sleep to open my eyes to another type of darkness. I take a deep breath and rub my eyes removing the tears that want to fall, my nightmares are always the same portraying something I no longer remember and can only wish was true, a loving family...

Leo knew he's that monster. He's like a nightmare and a bad memory she wanna get rid of so badly. He's tormenting her and making life not so worth living for her...unbearable even. He's a nightmare and somehow, she knows she's surely gonna wake up from it someday, maybe that day was closeby or maybe it was here already. She thought about it all as she stared at Dimitri and then Leo

he warned. I gulped down my fear, but my hands still shook reverently and I struggled hard to relax my stiffened frame. The distrustful eyes being planted on me incited memories that I thought I had buried years ago. Memories of a young girl walking aimlessly in the forest, her tiny frame covered in blood from head to toe and being rescued by a young beta. The little girl is adopted by the man and his wife, and she is soon titled princess and all her past life is washed away. If you haven’t realised yet, the young beta was my father and you

She hummed in approval, burying my head to her chest burying my face into her breast. That night I went to bed and slept great, crying on Claire’s shoulder really helped me a lot. But for some reason I kept feeling like I forgot about something. Driving to work. I still had that nagging feeling that I forgot something, and it wasn’t until I was outside the office door I remembered. I ignored my boss’ call. Slowly pushing the door opened I peeped inside to see his him standing in the middle of the room staring at the door, already aware of my presence.

I complain and Amber sneers. "Just be grateful you're okay Sasha. Do you know what the doctors had to do to snap you out of your nightmares? They had to invite experts and your mom was literally going crazy here." She explains, I sigh. data-p-id=ccb559b22ffd756557f25755e354feec,"Yeah I already know, the doctor told me about it and the worst part is that they're nightmares I don’t even remember!" I say to them. "So you wanna remember those terrible nightmares? You actually want to remember the very thing that trapped your consciousness for the past three weeks? You're unbelievable Sasha!" Valarie chuckles, pushing Tamara away to engulf me in a more comfortable hug.

Something was bothering her about the man she couldn’t see in the dreams, though. She’d loved him. She told him so over and over in her dreams. There was always a different conversation between them but always the same ending. Mark always ripped her away from him. What did that mean? What was her mind trying to tell her that she couldn’t remember? Tonight had been the first time she’d dreamed about the accident. Was that what had happened the night she’d lost her memory? The night she’d lost her identity, who she truly was? Was her mind trying to unlock itself and show her what she was missing?

It wasn’t amnesia all along; I know this fact; it was also the drugs that they gave me when I was captivated. I don't remember much about the times they injected me with drugs, but I know they didn't want me to die, but rather for me to forget everything forever, and it has something to do with our past in India. And it's certain that George and Alex will look into this personally. The way George fought with the men today, I'm sure the accumulation of guilt, loneliness, and sorrow made him the same ruthless man I met years ago. when I used to be "His Enthralled Desire."