Novel & Cerita Seared Into My Brain

I snap my head in his direction just in time to see him lick his lips. Instantly, I grasped as a stabbing pain tunneled its way into my head, bringing me to my knees. A memory emerges like a stranger out of the darkness. Slow, cautious, tearing through my mind brick by brick until it slams its way into my aching skull like a tidal wave pulling me under.

Being immortal makes this sight all the more frightening, as if someone is trying to hack into my brain. Suddenly, a mortifying thought crosses my mind. I realise, in that moment, who exactly had walked into my room to deliver my towels. I scream. I scream loud, pronouncing Shinee's name. I have never been so scared in my life.

completely fine. Her tears kept falling, hot and relentless, blurring her vision as her eyes shut tightly. She wished she hadn’t seen it. She wished she could unsee it, forget it ever happened. But the image had burned itself into her memory, impossible to erase. it was seared into her brain like a cruel brand. Jayson’s lips moved against hers, soft but insistent. She barely registered it until she felt him bite down gently on her lower lip making a gasp escape her.

The echo of Trent’s words still clung to her, etched into her skull like acid on glass. Even later, long after she was safe, when her eyes closed and darkness swallowed her, she saw him—his twisted grin, his venomous words. They branded themselves onto the backs of her eyelids. And she knew, with a certainty that turned her blood cold, that she would never truly be rid of him.

Triple? I practically fall down the stairs in my haste to just… get away. From what is entirely lost on me. Two weeks ago, my mind was torn to absolute shreds. Like talons of iron raking through my gray matter, leaving festering lesions in their wake. I remember little about the after, the healing, the incessant sense of Mystics hovering nearby, worrying over me–their lord and fucking savior. But I do vividly remember the look on Soren’s smug-ass-shit-eating-grin-wearing face when I’d sputtered Marianna’s name.

Or she dies. The words burned into my mind. Or she dies. I reread them over and over, each iteration splitting my chest open a little wider. My hands trembled violently. My brain tried to rationalize, tried to push away the image of Alice’s small face, eyes wide, frightened, helpless in someone else’s hands. But the picture burned itself in anyway.

Just the smell of ashes. And a single word burned into the stone: "Severed."

Those clear memories seemed to be carved in her heart and could never be erased again. XXX

I was trapped within my mind, walled behind bars that I did not know how to break down. There was a time whenever something would have flashed-an image, a word, a sound-and it would trigger something in my brain. But it would be gone in an instant, like smoke through the fingers of my hand. I'd try and hold onto it, trace the thread back to who I had been, but it would disappear before I made any sense of it. The more this happened, the deeper a sense of loss was etched into my being-like chasing something I would never find.