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.

DAVE The words she said to me last night sent my body into overdrive, and my brain shut down completely. It was as if someone had poured gasoline over a fire I was barely keeping under control. My blood was thumping so loudly in my ears I could barely hear myself think. Her words looped in my head like a broken record, cruel and unrelenting, each repetition sharper than a stab with a burning knife.

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.

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.

The manager of the perfume factory was still saying something, but I could barely hear what the man was saying, the persistent, maddening itch in my brain making it difficult to focus. Fuck, have you ever had a feeling that there was something crucial you needed to remember but it just remained fucking blank. It was like a memory out of reach, tantalizingly close yet maddeningly elusive. I tried to focus on the PowerPoint presentation projected onto the screen but my thoughts kept returning to the night before. Ryder’s house, the taste of liquor burning my throat. But everything beyond waking up in my own bed was blank… My brain was a jumbled mess, like a puzzle I couldn’t solve. Fucking in

“Thankfully, we caught it early.” He looked at me with a sort of pity. “But prolonged intake would eventually affect your hormone balance, your emotional stability… and even your memory.” My heart skipped a painful beat. Memory. The same one I could barely remember fragments of? The word triggered a sudden, violent flash in my mind. The smell of wet asphalt. The blinding glare of headlights. The deafening, metallic scream of a crash. I blinked hard, shivering as the images vanished back into the dark. Why this again?

My mind kept replaying it, over and over in excruciating detail—the way he touched her, his fingers splayed against the fabric of her dress, possessively marking territory that wasn't his to claim. I squeezed my eyes shut, but it didn't help. The darkness behind my eyelids only made the images sharper, more vivid, more unbearable. The scene was still there, burned into the back of my mind like a scar I would never be able to erase, a brand of fire that would forever mark this night as the moment something inside me changed irrevocably.

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts, but it was futile; her image was burned into my brain like a tattoo. "Get a grip, Damian," I scolded myself again, the words harsher this time. I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, forcing myself to focus on the present moment. But no matter how hard I tried, the memory of Abby’s eyes, the way they seemed to look right through me, refused to fade.