Seared Into My Brain Novels & Stories

The memory was etched into my mind like a scar, a constant reminder of the terror I had faced. As I sat in the dimly lit room, I couldn't shake off the feeling of dread that had been building up inside me. What if he comes for me again? What if he tries to hurt me again? The thought sent a wave of panic crashing over me, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios.

That man’s face lingered in my head for days. I tried forgetting about it, but I just can’t seem to erase his face from my memory. It was really bothering the hell out of me. But it was like his face was painted in my head. Whenever I think about it, it gives me goosebumps.

My body, once composed and steadfast, now betrayed me, revealing the cracks in the facade I had so carefully crafted. Memories flooded my mind like a torrential downpour, cascading through the corridors of my thoughts. Images of past mistakes, of moments where I had stumbled and fallen, played out before me like a relentless montage. Each memory etched itself into my consciousness, fuelling the flames of self-doubt that threatened to consume me.

"No! NO!" She pressed her palm against my forehead, and it burned like fire, spreading into my skull, into my brain, into every thought and memory I had. The white world exploded into a million jagged shards of light. And I fell screaming into the dark.

We eat our food and talk about the past that we’re had in here, drinks wine and cheers. Everything is still in my brain, it locked inside the deepest place and never gone. Or I maybe forgot where the key is, because I didn’t lose any moment from my head, it’s always etched in my memory and it still there even though when my soul is leaving my body. “It’s good to see both of you” Rosa says as she chews the food. “It’s always good to see you” Lena replies with a sweet smile on her face.

My heart, a relentless drumbeat echoing the rhythm of our shared longing, seemed to fill the room with its palpable intensity. But then, my mind summoned a memory I thought I had buried deep within, a chilling recollection that clawed its way back into my consciousness with unrelenting force. The image of that agonizing, rough night at the ranch flooded my thoughts, each detail etched vividly in my mind like scars on my soul.

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I felt a searing sensation, like a branding iron, as my brothers' memories were forcibly implanted deep within my consciousness. The floodgates of their experiences burst open, and I was inundated with a torrent of emotions, thoughts, and recollections that were not my own. Raphael’s were first. His memories crashed into my mind like a tidal wave, sweeping me up in a maelstrom of recollections. I saw glimpses of his life as a Human.

No fucking way. I look up at my reflection; I remember every single detail of that "dream," and the worst part is, no matter how hard I try to rid it out of my brain like many other dreams I've had, it will not go away, but rather it engraves itself into my mind the more I try to erase it: Sebastian's wet t-shirt, our make out session, the...sex, his...thing! I walk to the front door. Room Service is in front of my door with a cart of food underneath silver platters. The young man wears a smile, and I try to smile back. But it comes out lopsided and awkward.

My tears were proof of that. Our matching scars were the sealing of the covenant between us. Till death did us apart, even in death, she belonged to me as much as I belonged to her. She had taken over my mind, like a deadly disease without a cure, penetrating into my head’s space so much I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about her. My brain still held vivid images of her, limping down the stairs this morning. My brain couldn’t stop picturing her body wrapped around mine last night. The images of her beautiful smile couldn’t elude my brain.