Seared Into My Brain Novels & Stories

“Iz, you have the роеm framed by уоur bed. I’vе read it a million tіmеѕ whіlе holding уоu. It’s burnt іntо mу brаіn and when I rеаd it, аll I рісturе іѕ уоur fасе. It ѕееmеd реrfесt tо hаvе іt іnѕсrіbеd оntо our rings.”

It makes me cringe visibly and have the urge to bleach my brain. Scanning through so many pretty gross scenes that involve not just Eve in a flicker of a second, but seeing and knowing what each visual replay is, because that’s part of my gift. It's like I absorb them, even in a fleeting moment, to know exactly what they are. Images so fast they seem almost like a blur, but once they have flown past my sight, I know what they contain and what happened. I can recall them in full. I’ve heard that imprinting on a mate has the same effect, and you receive a lifetime of their memories in a fleeting second.

Pain flared at the back of my skull, but before I could even process it, something else hit me—something far worse. A memory. Clear. Vivid. Unshakable. My breath caught in my throat, my body frozen as the scene unfolded in my mind. This… this can’t be real.

I convey before sinking my elongated teeth into her soft skin, I curse myself for bringing her pain again. Soon after I got a taste of her blood, something in my head felt like a bomb ready to explode, I surrendered to the sensation, I didn’t even have a choice. And after that bomb exploded, my brain felt clearer than ever, the fucking spell was lifted, my lost memories regaining their rightful place in my brain. Fucking hell! My mother has some explaining to do.

The next day I was having breakfast quietly until I remembered that I had a neighbor to avoid, the event of the previous night invaded my brain and I couldn't help but feel ashamed. I didn't want to remember anything about what happened, but my brain was a specialist, forgetting the important things and repeating as a scratched disc the biggest shames of my life. And if it was shame, last night I had broken a new record.

The excruciating pain in his head made him squint. However, at that moment, a series of memories entered his brain forcefully. Yes, finally a day like this came too. Nicholas' memories finally returned to their rightful place.

Roisin No matter how hard I tried, the memory refused to come into focus. The face—the identity—of the person I had kissed was like smoke in my hands, slipping away every time I tried to grasp it. But the sensation of the kiss lingered. I could still feel the press of their lips on mine, the hunger behind it, the way they had kissed me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. That memory—the feeling of it—was burned into my skin. It sent a shiver racing down my spine, curling through me like a slow ember I couldn’t extinguish.

I’ve always been close to my family, but now, it’s like there’s a wall between us, something unspoken that’s driving us apart. Every time I try to recall more, the pain in my head worsens, as if my brain is actively resisting the memories. It’s like there’s a door in my mind that’s locked tight, and every attempt to open it sends waves of agony through me. I want to remember, to fill in the gaps, but I’m terrified of what I might find on the other side of that door. What if the truth is more than I can handle? What if it changes everything?

I couldn’t even get out of bed. I sat up slowly, wrapping the blanket around myself as if that would shield me from the memories clawing at my mind. My eyes stared straight ahead, but all I could see was what happened last night. The image wouldn’t leave me. It played over and over again, clear as day, refusing to fade. The sound of gunshots. The scent of blood. The cold, lifeless bodies. I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head as if that would help. It didn’t. The images were burned into my brain, replaying like a broken record.

I’m drowning in it, suffocating under the weight of it. And then, the image of my father with Bahar, together in a bed, tangled in sheets. I try to deny it. I try to push it away, but it’s no use. It’s burned into my mind, over and over again, like a twisted, broken record. I can’t unsee it. I can’t escape it. I close my eyes, but the image is still there, vivid and clear. I can’t stop it from playing in my mind, from repeating itself like a song that never ends.