Suppressed Memories

KioniLife has a way of being funny sometimes. Here I am a psychologist who lost her memory 10 years ago. I meet different patients daily who tell me their problems and help better their lives and thoughts yet I can’t seem to find a way to help myself remember my past. I have exhausted every book on memory loss even resorted to crazy ideas I found on google and yet everything I tried seemed to not work. This frustrates me a lot and I wish I could have a memory of who I was before all of this. All I remembered is Ki and I wonder what my full name could be.Kira. Kimberly. Just Kim or maybe Kesha. The search is long considering I'm working with only 2 letters.“What do you think I should do?”Shit not again I had

James I walked back to my desk where the file was so, I could review the whole thing again. Times like this I wish my partner was here, but he had to get married and take a vacation for two weeks leaving me to solve this case all by myself. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and placed on the table and I took a sigh before pushing the chair back so I could work on a lead or something before Romans got on my case. That man had eyes everywhere and nothing ever got past him and guess that’s why he was a good chief.I skimmed the file again searching for something I might have missed. I knew the obvious reasons the parents never approved of their daughter dating a guy who is not from their elite circle which was bullshit. I rolled my eyes skimming further to the video of their breakup that went viral over the whole campus to E

James“She’s pretty,” Harper spoke over my ear and I jumped.“God Harper, must you always do that?” I snapped dropping my drawing pencil.“Why so jumpy detective?” She laughed dropping a mug beside my table.“I’m not jumpy,” I scoffed grabbing the steaming mug before taking a sip.“You hardly draw these days and you missed dinner so decided to get you a coffee,” she shrugged.

KioniI could feel shaking as something rattled or moved and my body was supine that I could tell but I couldn’t figure out what was happening. I tried to open my eyes but the blinding light was too much making my eyes roll back. I wanted to speak or get an idea of where I was but something was happening within me. My body was burning up I could feel it and my head felt like concrete as if it was forcefully pressed down trapping me. It was too much and something was fighting and hammering in front of my heavy eyes. My body was resisting and I was fighting with a younger version of myself for control and I had managed to fight back which made me hear voices.“What's happening to her?” I heard a voice shouting but I couldn’t remember where I knew the voice from.

KioniI could smell the scent of disinfectant I had familiarized myself with over the months I had been hospitalized after the accident. The stench waffled in my nostrils as I opened my eyes feeling the worst of headaches. I blinked around the white walls steering my head with a wince.“She’s awake,” I heard my mother speak.“Thank God,” I heard my father speak after her as he jumped to be next to me.“What happened?” I asked blinking again.