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    Shadow of Remembrance: Forgotten Memories
    Shadow of Remembrance: Forgotten Memories
    Shadow of Remembrance: Forgotten Memories
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    Shadow of Remembrance: Forgotten Memories

    By Bloodwitch Luz Oscuria

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    " My name is julien. I’m 31 and it’s 2014. At least that’s what it’s just explained to me. I just regained consciousness in the hospital, in intensive care. I don't remember anything, not even my own life before that. "

    No one knows what happened except him, somewhere buried deep in his memory. He will gradually remember the facts. Dispute. Insults. Domestic violence. Then Catherine, who disappeared from the road after the assault she perpetrated on him that nearly killed him. The shadows of her memories will resurface, no matter what.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBloodwitch Luz Oscuria
    Release dateDec 23, 2021
    ISBN9781071572504
    Shadow of Remembrance: Forgotten Memories

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      Shadow of Remembrance - Bloodwitch Luz Oscuria

      SHADOW

      OF

      REMEMBRANCE

      Translated by Fatima Basil

      The Intellectual Property Code prohibits copies or reproductions intended for collective use. Any full or partial representation or reproduction made by any means whatsoever, without the consent of the author or his successors in title, is illegal and constitutes an infringement, under the terms of articles L. 335-2 and following of the French Code of intellectual property.

      © 2019 Bloodwitch Luz Oscuria

      Table des matières

      AN EVENTFUL AWAKENING

      AN IRONIC VISIT

      REDISCOVERING LIFE

      AN INTERVIEW ELSEWHERE

      A NEW LIFE

      THE BEGINNING OF THE PROBLEMS

      AN EXCITING WEEK

      THE ASSAULT

      TIME FOR RESULTS

      AN EVENTFUL AWAKENING

      -He’s waking up!

      A woman's voice I can’t recognize. Whose is it? And... where am I? The light around me dazzled me as I opened my eyes. I think I can hear someone running away. I am not sure; I am unable to emerge.

      I guess I can spot something that looks like a ceiling light above my head, like the ones you see in hospitals. It’s what blinds me. I look around with my freshly opened eyes.

      I am lying in an unfamiliar bed. It’s a hospital bed with a crisp white sheet under which my body is hidden. I feel my toes moving on the other end of the bed. It's a good sign, I guess. I try to lift my right hand to my face. I can see my fingers after a few seconds, still too numb to move at a normal speed.

      To my right is a small dresser on which is placed a red landline phone, whose handset is connected to its base with a knotted wire.

      To my left is a huge beige wardrobe that prevents me from seeing what’s beyond; probably the door to this room in which I am alone. However, I did hear a voice. But it must’ve been the one who hurried out.

      I hear bursts of words of someone approaching. Indeed, a few seconds later, two individuals meet in front of my bed. I do not see their faces correctly, I don’t know if they are men or women, my vision is still blurry from my too recent awakening.

      - It is important not to rush him.

      This voice belongs to a woman. I can guess that she is not very young from the tone of her speech. Fifty maybe. I imagine her small, and brunette, with hair probably held in a bun. She must be a nurse, she shouldn’t have hair loose on her shoulders, it is forbidden in these kinds of jobs. I’d have to be able to see her to get a better idea of ​​what she looks like.

      - I came to warn you as soon as he started moving.

      Another woman. This one’s younger. I think she’s rather tall and blonde, unlike her interlocutor. She must not be a nurse, as the tone in which she has just spoke easily suggests an unprecedented panic. Looks like she saw a ghost the moment she says that insignificant little phrase. Is it me, the ghost?

      - Let him come to his senses. But remember, you'll have to take it slow.

      The first woman has just spoken. Yes, she's old, I have no doubt now. Her voice is hoarse. She probably used to smoke for a number of years for her vocal cords to be so worn out. Too bad for a nurse. This is not really what a man envisions when he imagines the one who cares for him in his room, who stays at his bedside to give him care, or even more so affinities. Well, what? I'm a man, I know what I'm talking about.

      My eyes finally allow me to distinguish the two women discussing in front of me. The nurse is indeed old, short and apparently brown. Her hair is very gray, and well and truly held in a bun. As for the other, she is indeed slender and blonde. She has very beautiful green eyes, hidden behind glasses with thin blue branches, large marbles that I can't wait to see more closely. She is pretty, she is indeed. Her hair is in a shade that reminds me of wheat falling elegantly over her shoulders. They are not very long. She has a bob haircut, I think, they look shorter at the back of her head.

      - Julien, do you recognize me?

      It’s the beautiful naiad that I have been eyeing for a few seconds who just addressed me like this. I'm supposed to know who she is. Not possible, I would still remember. I can't open my mouth. Curious.

      - Can he talk?

      The naiad suddenly looked worried. The nurse, to whom she asked this question, shrugged.

      - You know, awakenings after such a long time are rare. Our means do not allow us to predict how it’s going to go for him.

      The nurse approaches a device on a small table with wheels near my bed.

      - However, I can tell you with certainty that his condition is stable. His heartbeat resumed that of a man awake. Let's give him a little time before asking him what he remembers. Come with me. We have to warn the director, he must be aware of his awakening. It’s a real miracle!

      The two women abruptly left the room. So, what am I supposed to do? In any case, given the difficulty with which I move my arms, I am not in danger of escaping. Having said that, I wasn’t considering doing it, even though I could. I need to know why am I here and what happened to me. I don't remember an accident, or anything that could have sent me to a hospital.

      - Julien?

      Here, the earlier naiad is already back. And she just called me Julien for the second time. Strangely, I don't remember this being my first name. To tell the truth, I don't remember much. No more of who I am than of her, who seems to know me well.

      The pretty young woman walks up to me. She is really beautiful, even more up close. She looks at me tenderly, her big green eyes that literally hypnotize me. No matter how hard I try to remember where and how I knew her, I just can't. I would like to ask her, but I'm afraid to upset her. However, there is one question I can ask.

      - Where are we?

      Her gaze has changed. Not in surprise, but rather to wonder what the best way to answer me is. Maybe there are some things I shouldn't know. After all, I don't know what happened to me and how long I've been here. I don't really remember who I am either. To begin with, my name is Julien. My last name remains a mystery till now. I don't know what year we are in. And besides, do I have a job? I feel like I've forgotten everything. What happened to me?

      - We're at the hospital, Julien. Don't worry, you are being taken care of. We never thought you would wake up one day. How do you feel?

      Who is this we she's telling me about? And how long have I slept? I was apparently in a coma. I wonder a little more what happened.

      - Do you have any memories of what happened to you?

      - No...

      And that's true! I can't remember anything, I don't know why, and I really need answers. My own voice seems unknown to me. Something is wrong. I hope this young woman can help me sort this out.

      - Julien, the doctors say you had virtually no chance of waking up. It’s a miracle that you’re back with us. You don't remember a lot of things, I guess.

      - No. I don't remember who I am, nor who you are.

      At these words, I realize that the tears gradually rise in the eyes of the woman in front of me, as if I had hurt her. It was not intended; I would be surprised if she held it against me. The moment she meets my gaze which I think in disbelief at her startling reaction, she seems to understand I'm telling the truth, and smiles sympathetically before opening her mouth again.

      - My name is Mylène Labbé. I am your childhood friend. We have known each other since kindergarten. We grew up in the Yvelines. There we are at Saint-Germain-en-Laye hospital. You've been here for several weeks.

      Several weeks... unbelievable! I was going to ask her what happened to put me in a coma, but at the same time, the nurse earlier comes into the room, accompanied by a man. A nurse, too? No, he is not wearing the usual nurse's attire. Nevertheless, he wears a badge on his long white jacket barely camouflaging a gray tie. It must be the Headmaster, who comes up to me and holds out his hand for me to shake.

      - Mr. Malraux, delighted. I am the owner of this establishment, Mr. Ouroni. Your awakening is miraculous!

      I reflexively extend my right hand back, which he squeezes warmly. I am therefore right-handed. He tells me, while continuing to squeeze my clamp, that I am probably suffering from consequences due to the coma in which I was in. He adds that in fact, I will have to take exams so that the service knows where I stand, in order to be able to accompany me in the best way. He tells me that my friend can be by my side afterwards, and that we can then chat at our leisure, but that for now she will have to wait outside the room.

      She nods and leaves my dorm without comment. I'm annoyed that she didn't have time to explain the full context of my hospitalization to me, so I'm going to have to hang around there for a while. The nurse beside Mr. Ouroni prepares my bed to make it mobile. She will certainly take me down the halls so that I can be given the proper exams. And that's exactly what happens a few minutes later.

      I am first made to wait in a hallway for a time that feels like an eternity. I am then taken into a room in which there is a huge device with rounded shapes. I'm going to have an MRI, according to one of the two nurses who accompany me, to let the doctors know the real state of my brain. The exam is not very long, but the wait that follows seems endless to me. Time to study the photos, I guess.

      Another man finally comes to see me, while my bed has been taken to a sort of waiting room where I feel very lonely until he arrives. He explains to me that the MRI images revealed

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