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Every word that came out of his mouth seemed to add to the pressure. In an instant, old memories spun in my mind. Roby, the person I once considered a friend, was now back in a tense situation. Memories of our past, once filled with laughter, now felt like dark shadows haunting me. His presence here, amidst the uncertainty and intimidation, made me feel like all the bad things were repeating.

TITLE Tainted Memories AUTHOR Honesty577 . This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination. . COPYRIGHT All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the written permission of the author except for use of quotations in a book review. If you want this book to be placed on your platform please see contact information on the author page. . DEDICATION This book is dedicated to my many loyal readers, my creator and my ancestors.

"If I’m still alive, then it can’t be that bad!” Aunt laughed and said, "Summer, you're going to live a very long life!" The surgery had gone really well. The doctor said I might lose some memories, but I still recognized everyone I had seen so far. Even though I sometimes felt like I had forgotten some things, I did not really want to remember them anyway. In fact, I thought forgetting might make me even happier. Once I was out of danger, I moved to a regular room. With Aunt looking after me, I started feeling better really fast.

Moira Turner Her hands shook as she struggled to push back the malevolence and hatred that brewed within her, it had been dormant for years, why the fuck did it choose to resurface now. She called it Mnemon, after the Titan of memories, because the other people always forgot, their eyes clouded by the truth and the monstrosity within her retreating into the depths of their ignorance. The shaking did not stop, it grew worse though as she drew nearer to school, Brett would suffer the consequences and she would go unscathed, go unpunished, sure the freak deserved it, but she wasn't clear, she'd hurt him, he deserved to know at least.

Don't be stupid—" But before he could finish his little speech, Michael's voice boomed from the stage. He said slowly, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, "Actually, I already knew Aurora was at that party." The whole room froze. Audrey, my parents, and even I were stunned. Wait. Did that mean he remembered me that night? Even under the influence of the drug? My chest tightened as a bad feeling prickled at me. Audrey, though, thought Michael was finally speaking in her defense. Her chin lifted high again, her voice smug and loud.

The decision to confront the past, to explore this familiar yet mysterious place, lingered in the air like a quiet resolution. The surroundings, once overlooked, now held the potential to be a canvas for the fragments of recollection. I stood there, a silent observer ready to retrace steps that had faded into my memories. The air seemed charged with subtle energy as if the very atmosphere held the key to unlocking the doorways to remembrance. The familiar sights and sounds took on new significance, transforming into clues that could lead me back to the moments I sought to unearth. "Well? Can you decipher it?" "I'm not sure. Maybe you need to do something first before expecting anything to re

Suddenly, she noticed the lettering tattoo on his back. “memini? Latin? Do you even know what it means?” “You really want to know? Then I will tell you. ‘memento mori’. It means ‘Remember that you will die.’” He smiled at her coldly and continued, “I remember everything, Ingrid. I remember what you did to me and my mother.” He laughed out loud. “I will never forget. Do you understand what I’m saying?” Ingrid trembled in anger and fear. She sucked on her cigarette and replied heatedly, “You’ve finally lost your mind after seeing that Asian bitch. You bring shame to our family! An Asian bitch! What do you think your father will say when he finds out?”

“And how do you feel about that?” Tasha hesitated before answering. “Relieved, I think.” She turned to him. “But also… confused. I feel like there’s something I’m supposed to remember. It’s like a word on the tip of my tongue that I just can’t grasp.” Robbin’s expression softened. “You’re putting too much pressure on yourself, Tasha. Your memories will come back when you’re ready.” She gave him a weak smile. “You always say the right things.” He smirked slightly. “It’s a skill.”

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Just a slow shake, like someone trying to recall something distant—and failing. "I don't remember."