Seared Into My Brain Novels & Stories

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.

It was sti‌ll stuck in m⁠y‍ head, stin​ging. Next time,⁠ don’⁠t h​ide behind the door.‍ Come clos⁠er. T​hos‌e wo‌rd​s just kept looping in my‍ head. They f‌elt he⁠avy and sank in deeper e‍very time I‍ thought a‌bout them.

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.

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.

To drown out the sound of her laughter and her face still clinging to the recesses of my mind. But it didn’t work. It never fucking worked. Even when I barely knew her, she had seeped into my mind like a poison. Now—that poison had spread into my veins, saturating every inch of me. So what the fuck did I expect? To forget? To rip her from me like she wasn’t embedded into my very being? Impossible. The thought of her lingered—stubborn, insistent. Refusing to be buried. My jaw tightened, fingers curling into a fist as a dark promise settled into my bones.

Disaster. “Please, get out of my head!” I groaned again, muffling the words against the pillow. But it was no use. It was like his scent had seeped into my memory. No matter how hard I tried to shove him out, my mind pulled him back in. His voice, his smirk, the way my chest had fluttered when he leaned close. I hated myself for it.

But my mind won’t listen. I could still feel it. His soft torturous lips on mine. The press of them, firm and intriguing. The way my body reacted before my brain even had the chance to protest. I dive under, letting the silence swallow me, getting lost ij my mind again. “Don't go too deep. Are you forgetting what happened the last time?” That tiny voice in my head tried to warn me, but I was past reasoning. Maybe if I stay down long enough, I can drown the memory of it. But when I broke the surface again, gasping, it was still there. Lingering. Haunting.