Plastic Memories Novels & Stories

She was wearing a plain light brown gown in place of the golden, shimmering dress she remembered from earlier. Her eyes wander around, trying to understand the situation. A bed with side rods and ropes at its end, machines attached to her body, a medicine-smelling gown, and a CCTV camera at the end of the room corner. Her eyes twitch in shock to witness a big horizontal mirror on one of the walls displaying her broken state, so shamelessly. Her hairs were scattered, her eyes were filled with tears, and her lips were dried and chapped.

Mom cried “Mom! I’m not sick. Why do we need a doctor?” She cried again “Calm down.” I went near her “It’s me.” I hugged her and I cried “I miss you so much.” “No, you’re lying. My brother doesn’t love me.” “I love you.” I said “He loves you so much. You’re his princess remember?” “No. I don’t believe you. He wouldn’t leave me if I am his princess.” She sobbed A doctor came to check her. “What happened to her right now is a trauma. Because she tried to drown herself, memories may come back to her whenever she is sad.” The doctor said

I made Jax and I to learn strategies to engage with her, focusing on the present moment rather than dwelling on the past. I discovered that music had a profound effect on her, stirring fragments of forgotten memories buried deep within her mind. I created playlists filled with her favorite songs from different eras, hoping to unlock a door to the past. As we sat together, I held her hand, watching as her eyes lit up with a glimmer of recognition, her voice recounting stories from her youth, even if she couldn't recall their details or the people involved. She told stories of my mum, her sister and of me sometimes not knowing that I was the one.

Compared to other kids his age, Golden wasn't exactly normal because he belonged to a rare group of people that can retain memories from before they were born, in other words, memories of their past lives. In fact, Golden barely qualified as a member of that group because compared to others with the same condition, he remembered only a little bit, while the others retained the memories of all their past lives or almost all of it. Furthermore, his inherited knowledge of his past life was mostly miscellaneous, not very useful.

And the door closes. Finally, alone, now she can breathe let alone hear herself think. She lays down on the window seat. Resting her head on a cushion. Thinking makes her ill. Run-ons of bad memories digging up a twinge of pain. Ever since her mother left home, her father had been cold and distant towards her because he blames her for it.. “Please do not look for me anymore, you represent everything I am running from. I have a new life now and I don’t want it to be destroyed by you and your father."

“Here.” “What’s this?” The oblivious guy accepted the stick-like plastic. “A USB flash drive,” she said in a matter-of-fact voice. “I know that!” He gave her a small glare. “But why are you giving this to me?” April smiled again. “I want you to use this later.” He gave the other a knowing look. “Does this contain a memory of the past that the person you have does not want to remember?” “Hmm…” She hummed and tilted her head, slightly looking at the person she hated, then looked back at him with crescent eyes and a small smile on her red, luscious lips. “I suppose…”

TITLE Tainted Memories AUTHOR Honesty577 . This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination. . COPYRIGHT All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the written permission of the author except for use of quotations in a book review. If you want this book to be placed on your platform please see contact information on the author page. . DEDICATION This book is dedicated to my many loyal readers, my creator and my ancestors.

"Lay out the vision. Every bit you recall." I did. Spilled the alternate life. Swapped faces. Fixated son. Risky brother-in-law. Snatch scheme. All of it. Violet took it in. Her face got more troubled with each part. "That's no stray vision." She said at last. "That's planted memory. Built on purpose. Made to seem legit. To shake your confidence." "How do you know?" "Too precise. Too tidy. Actual visions are bits and pieces. Jumbled. This plays straight through. Like a film, not a fuzzy dream recall."

He moved to the machine, pressed three buttons, and then handed three metal helmets to my parents and Steve. “Mr. Zeller,” he explained carefully, “once the three of you sit down and put these helmets on, you’ll be able to view the subject’s memories through the built-in visual interface. Based on her brain activity, she’ll only be able to recall three memories. Anything beyond that is extremely dangerous and could cause brain damage, seizures, bleeding, or permanent memory loss.” “Three times is enough. The first one should be about Emily’s disappearance. She definitely knows something,” Steve said impatiently as he grabbed a helmet and sat down beside me.

“They rarely recover their full memories. Most people have gaps for the rest of their lives. In Sarah’s case, all her childhood memories are intact, but her more recent memory is missing huge chunks of time, and it’s not just you. She has no memory at all of having Lemongrass as a client, for example.” “Can we do anything to help bring it back?” Jax felt a sense of desperation rising in him. Mac sighed. “In my experience, the best way to jog the buried memories is through the senses, mostly taste, touch, and sound.” “OK, so… I give Sarah a Cosmo, and she remembers our first date?” “Maybe, and it can’t hurt to try. But Jax, it’s not an exact science. What may work with some of her memories ma