Fear Of Memories, Memories Of Fear

by Capital "W" Writer (LoA's Geekus Awesomeus)

London. 1888. The reign of Jack the Ripper.

“Where do you keep his memories?”

“No!” she shouted. “No, I can’t!” She started shaking uncontrollably.

“You have to!” I told her. “It’s in there. Who you are is locked away with his memories. If we’re going to figure this out, I need to see those. No matter what.”

“Do you know what you’re asking me to do?!” she screamed. “Do you have any idea how long I had to work to hide those memories away? If you let them out, I’ll have to live with them. Forever!

“No,” I told her, standing firm. “You can’t run from this. This is who you are!”

I don’t care!” She was borderline hysterical with fear. So much so that she struck me.

I looked at her. Her eyes were wide with fear. No, not merely fear. She was terrified!

“What…” my voice caught. “What did he do to you?” I stood there, not saying anymore. Waiting for her to make a final decision on this. I wouldn’t force it.

Tears started running down her face. She stood up, took my hand, and said, “I’ll show you.”

Comments

Average Reader Rating: 5.0 stars out of 5

  1. Fear Of Memories, Memories Of Fear

    Jenunique's Buddy Icon Jenunique

    Posted 3 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    Wow. This should be good.

  2. Fear Of Memories, Memories Of Fear

    Blusparrow's Buddy Icon Blusparrow

    Posted 3 months ago

    Ya, it should!
    LoA

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