Novel & Cerita Seared Into My Brain

I knew the street by heart, I knew the way it looked like, I couldn't forget, never could I forget. It had been long since I last set foot in that place, yet the image remains etched in my memory as if it were yesterday. The image wasn't even ready to go, it was like an evil spirit that latched upon me and I repeat that I don't need to look at any document or photograph to recall the address; it was ingrained in my mind, a part of me.

I swαllowed hαrd‚ my legs slightly shαky αs they led me into the sαme rotten wαrehouse I swore I’d never return to. Αnd deep down‚ something in me sαid this time… it wαs going to be very‚ very different.

Beneath the carved warning, four crude tally marks stood out. After a moment's thought, I took the utility knife and carved another stroke into my skin. Searching my pockets, I found a folded scrap of paper… and a few more hidden in the corners of my room. [The monster is tampering with my memory. Trust no one. Not even myself.] [The monster's cycle isn't endless. If you can't escape within a set number of loops, you will die. Permanently.]

But it would not. “Why… why can’t I remember?” I muttered, my voice rough and hoarse. The picture seared my palm as if it were imbued with some sort of energy, as if it contained a piece of something I had once possessed. I tried to concentrate, my eyes shut, reaching deep within my brain. Faces, names, instances— anything. But it was all clouded. I could sense my aggravation rising like smoke within my chest, winding around my ribs, making it hard to breathe.

It was as if her essence had seeped into every crevice of my mind, refusing to let go. As I stared at the words on the screen, they blurred together, becoming nothing more than a jumbled mess. My focus was lost, my concentration shattered by the constant replay of memories. I hated how she had this power over me, how her mere existence could disrupt my carefully constructed world. It was frustrating, maddening even. I wanted to be free from the grip of her thoughts, to reclaim control over my mind. But no matter how hard I tried to push her away, the memories flooded back with a vengeance. The way her laughter danced through the air, the warmth of her touch, the way her eyes sparkled with mi

“At least we weren’t in the middle of—“ “Okay, that’s enough!” I stopped him. I huffed out a breath and turned toward the door, already dreading going to sleep tonight because I knew I’d think about that one moment over and over again. Maybe even for the rest of my life. Unfortunately, that was just how my brain worked. I huffed out a breath and turned toward the door, already dreading falling asleep tonight. Unfortunately, I knew myself and knew I would replay that one moment over and over in the dark. Probably for the rest of my life.

My voice became raised when I caught my head in my hands, as though to prevent the aches that threatened to swallow me whole. Pain, sharp stabbing pain felt inside extra. I could easily say like countless needles pierce through my skin. Like some incessant beat of drum pounding viciously in my head. What struck me yesterday? That was my thought, as my brain scrambled lousy in memory, like a jigsaw puzzle with missing pieces. And who made me drag into the house? I thought, while eyeing the room, as if searching for answers, for clues, some hints about his ordeal.

It hit me hard, seeping into my head like a drug I didn’t ask for but couldn’t stop inhaling. And Goddess help me, I didn’t want to forget it. Not yet.

They walk around me on eggshells as if a single misstep would cause the whole word to to an end *DAY SIX-DAY TEN* The first memory came like a shock and jolted me out of the comfort zone I built for myself. It was terrifying and looked like it was the last memory I had before I blacked out. I replayed the scene of myself getting hit in the head so bad I saw blood around me.

I tried my best to fix the damaged man's body that was in front of me by sewing and applying bandages. However, it wasn’t enough. With every strained breath he drew, I could feel his life fading away, his skin turning pale under my fingertips. Fear nearly overcame me while I looked for a way out, for something that would pull him out of the deep. I remembered it, a small spark in the dark. The power that was inside me, the power to heal. I didn’t know I had this power until I was sixteen years old. It was a day I would never forget, a day that changed my life forever.