《Memories (Completed)》Chapter - 8
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Everywhere I looked, it was Darkness. Where am I?
In the distance, I see some light, and I float towards it.
Things start to look clearer now.
It looks like I am at the top of a hill. And I see two people on the edge of it.
I look closer, and I realize it’s a girl and a guy.
I recognized them when I got closer. It was Priya and me.
Priya looks so happy. I forget about everything else while looking at her. She looks so beautiful.
I could see myself also very happy and go down on a knee, ready to propose to her.
I suddenly hear some sound far away from the couple. It seems like someone else is present here and is coming from behind the bushes.
I try hard to see who the person is. But he appears to be covered in some kind of black mist. And the only thing I can see is his eyes. It seems to be filled with hatred. He rushes out of the bushes towards the Priya and with a knife in his hand.
Priya was the first to notice the intruder. The look on her face makes me, who was bend down, realize that something was not right and turns around.
But the intruder is fast and is upon us in no time and stabs me in my stomach. He makes sure the knife goes in deep and then pulls out the knife.
I lose a lot of blood. I looked surprised and in a lot of pain. I go down slowly to the ground with both my hand on my stomach.
The attacker is now looking at Priya. They don't exchange any words, but the looks in their eyes say a lot.
Priya keeps staring at the eyes of the attacker. I could see a lot of emotions in her eyes. It contains anger, disappointment, and disgust.
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The attacker continues to look at her for a moment but then finally attacks her.
He stabs her in her heart in a quick and fast manner. She falls, and I could see the life slipping out of her body. Her eyes go back to look at me, who was on the ground. It contains a lot of love and sadness.
Finally, her eyes close, and the attacker keeps looking at her.
I feel a jolt and suddenly wake up from my dream. I could still remember clearly what I had dreamt. I also realize that tears are flowing down my eyes. I could feel the endless pain in my heart. I finally realize what I have lost, and I couldn't bear the pain. I think I was better off not remembering as the pain is too much.
The way she looked at me in her final moment said everything. I suddenly feel uncontrollable rage and anger towards the person who has brought this disaster upon us.
I take some deep breaths and think things through. After a moment, I take a vow to find the bastard who killed Priya and make him pay for his crime. I decide to make it the primary goal of my life, even if I have to dedicate my entire life to it. I owed that much to Priya.
The next day morning, the first thing I do is visit my Doctor. I tell him about my dream. He listens to it in complete silence till I was finished.
"Jacob, I do realize that you are confused and have yet to recover your memory fully. But have you started to remember anything yet?”
"Yes, I have started remembering bit and pieces of it.”
"That's good to hear. So are you sure the things you remember really happened?”
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"Yes, Doctor. I'm sure.”
"Good. Now tell me, are you sure what you saw in your dreams was also part of your memory? What I am asking is, are you sure is this how it happened?”
I pause for few seconds, thinking what the Doctor is asking.
"No, Doctor. I'm not sure.”
“Exactly my point. With time you will remember everything that happened. But that does not mean what you see in your dreams is also true. Your dreams are just your subconscious mind showing you a mix of what you know and some probable scenarios. It might contain things that happened and some that did not.”
"For example, in your dream, you saw yourself get stabbed in your stomach. We all know for sure that's not what happened. You were stabbed from behind on your back. But from the way you explained the place, it sounds precisely like the lover's point. “
“So what I'm trying to say is what you saw might have parts of what happened and parts of your imagination. My advice is not to take your dreams too seriously. But the things you remember, that is different. You should take it seriously, and the police are still hoping that you could tell them what happened.”
"I understand. Thanks, Doctor. I'll think it through.”
I return to my apartment. And I spend time going over what the Doctor told me. I have to agree with him that the dream does not tie back to all the facts that we have.
But he did agree that it could have some parts of truth to what really happened.
I could still not forget the emotions I saw in Priya s eyes before she fell unconscious. The love she had for me. The hatred and disgust she had for the attacker. I refused to believe that it was part of my imagination. It felt so real. I was willing to bet anything that part of my dream was genuine.
I commit myself again to my earlier vow to find the attacker and make him pay for his crimes.
That was the only way I could avenge Priya and honour her memory.
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