CHAPTER III: Lost memories

The night after, contriteness overcome my soul for a misdeed I didn't cause

I can't even close my eyes nor sleep

My mind was full of unforgettable thoughts

While recalling what happened, my mind flashed a memory that never occurred in my life

A memory of someone, remorsefulness, the guilt she feel my heart imitate makes my soul black, like a plain canvas bemired by a black paint

The next day every misfortune that happened on that day have the same but worst version on the lost memory

I didn't know who owned it

But pretty sure I'm going to keep it

I really don't have the choice

How can I get a memory out of my mind?

Well let's just call it a day

On my way back home I saw an inebriated man carving off an eye of a black cat

I ran fast because of the terror in my mind that I will be the next one if I didn't get out of that place

Recalling that memory, a piece of the borrowed memory flashes again,

It's not the same as the last time

The vision of the memory was vivid

The girl who owns this memory

Took of parts of an animal body and used it as a motif of a room

Who owns this memory why does she have so many risible and ludicrous acts?

The memories keep flashing in my mind, but the act of killing somebody is the worst one

The owner of this memory, she killed others to be part of her life.

She has a cursed name.

Name that conflicts mine