Seared Into My Brain Novels & Stories

I had been in the room a thousand times but this one time seemed different as a nervous gesture in the room made it so much better as my heartbeat pulsed heavily deep inside of me. Right there in her room, I could feel a smug pulling on my lips and I wiped it away with a palm. I could tell what was beneath that dress now as the mental image of everything we had was still at the back of my mind. It was stuck in the back of my brain, I had the image burned into my fucking brain. I stared down at her face, those dark eyes, soft and innocent, that pierced a hole through my chest.

I sank deeper into the bed, feeling breathless, with Arthur’s words still stuck in my mind like a broken tape-recorder. Oh god…what had I gotten myself into?

And I was more than happy to show him. *** As days turned into weeks, I found myself consumed by thoughts of Sean. It was infuriating. No matter how hard I tried to push him out of my mind, he lingered there like a stubborn stain, refusing to be erased. Everywhere I went, his presence haunted me, a constant reminder of the power he held over me.

Willow No matter how hard I tried to forget it, the memory just wouldn't budge. It felt like it had been permanently etched into my mind and no matter how hard I tried to get rid of it, I was only wasting my time. It didn't help that I was a chronic over thinker. Even the littlest inconvenience could have me thinking about a million and one ways how I could have avoided it or how I could have acted differently to change the outcome. I hated this. I hated feeling like this.

ARIA'S POV Adam’s words kept on echoing in my mind, ripping open memories I had buried. Suddenly, it was as if I were back in that car, overwhelmed by the smell of smoke and burnt metal. The day of the accident... I remembered the rogue slamming into my car. Then, in bits and pieces, like flashes from a bad dream, I felt the fire, the intense heat. I was trapped, tangled in the wreckage, feeling my skin burn as everything faded to a blur.

She was trying and I was lusting after… I needed to get my brain checked. I was slowly losing it to a name that was too deadly for my world.

Was I crazy? The thought crept into my head like a drop of ink in clear water, slowly spreading until it threatened to cloud everything. I pressed the palms of my hands against my throbbing temples, squeezing my eyes shut. I replayed the entire afternoon in my head, frame by frame, memory by memory.

This time… I would be different. And yet I couldn’t pretend I was suddenly brave. Even after writing that list, I was still terrified. Terrified that I might be wrong. That this was all a hallucination. That maybe I’d wake up back on the floor in a pool of blood, and this was just my brain’s way of easing me into death. But the scar was real. I checked it again pale and thin, just below my collarbone. A memory written in skin. That alone kept me anchored.

She shook her head in panic. "No... you can't not know me! Have you forgotten how you made soup for me every day in the kitchen?" "Have you forgotten our wedding anniversary? Have you forgotten how you used your life to save my legs..." Soup. Wedding anniversary. Leg injury. When those words struck me one after another, a needle-like pain suddenly stabbed through my brain. "Ugh..." I clutched my head in pain. Broken, blood-colored images flashed violently through my mind: a pure white marble kitchen island, a cold dinner, black blood all over the floor, and a string of blood-red countdown numbers.

Only then did my body remember how to move. I shot up from my seat. The moment I got to my room, I practically threw myself onto the bed. I pulled the blanket over my head and groaned loudly. "Oh my God." My heart was still racing. Was I having a brain malfunction? Because that was exactly what it felt like. What the heck was happening? I buried my face deeper into the pillow. Everything he had said replayed inside my head.Over and over. And over again.Three years.Three whole years.