Brain Lock Novelas e Histórias

So, I decided to take my second shower for the day, and I felt even better after it. A sharp knock, and my door being thrown in made me almost jump out of my freshly showered skin. My feet did leave the floor, but I jumped with my skin. No parts separated. “We have to speak about a lock,” I said seriously, eyeing my laughing mate. At least he wasn't half naked this time. “I tried to reach you on the mind-link? The block has been down,” he stated. “Yeah, when people do that, it is because they do not want to be reached.”

Not blinking. Something really isc razy. I feel it deep in my bones.

I was still looking around looking for Amelia when I was injected and everything turned black. DOCTORS OFFICE “What's wrong with my son doctor.”Mrs Susan asked with a frown on her face “We checked and found out he hit his head and now his brain is blocking out some memories , that of his late wife that's why he still thinks she's alive.”The doctor said “What should we do?, When is this going to stop.”Mrs Susan asked “He is okay , just that he saw something that triggered the memories.”The doctor said “What should we do , I explained to him and he's not accepting.”Mrs Susan said

said the 2nd elder. "I have another opinion. Medical research has shown a temporary memory loss in Ms. Everhart's brain. That's because of the shock and panic Ms. Everhart has experienced over the years. The memory loss is temporary, which means she can remember again. We just have to give her time and a good environment to recover her memory," explained the head of the hospital.

I tried to mind link Loid because I was surrounded by rogues and howling in between them to alert the whole pack would be nothing but a mistake. “Loid! The pack is under attack. Where the fuck are you!” I tried to mind link again and suddenly, a sharp pain erupted in my head. It was so painful, it brought me to my knees. “Ah! What the fuck is that?” I asked my wolf, kicking in pain. “It's some kind of spell. It is blocking me as well from contacting others. We need to do something.” Carie howled in my head.

“What do you mean?” Dr. Watte thought about it and replied, “Let’s put it this way: She’s having a mental breakdown now and is trapped in a state where she’s being tormented repeatedly. The things that she cares about the most or the facts that she’s most unwilling to accept is playing in her mind over and over again.” To be precise, this had nothing to do with any disease, and there was no way he could cure her even if he wanted to. If he were to explain it even more clearly, this was equivalent to hackers suddenly attacking a computer that was running well. The firewall and defensive shields finally collapsed, and the computer was in a state of paralysis!

I question suddenly recalling while following him to the couch “I looked into your reports and it looks more like your brain has blocked the memory by choice. It’s reluctant to operate that bag of memory either because there exists something hurtful or it doesn’t want to give you the pain you went through earlier” he says unboxing the boxes of food. “But how do I unlock the memory?” I ask focusing only on his words “It usually works by reaching out to people who became a part of your life recently and most importantly; the brain will access it all when it feels safe and confident enough to face the pain that memory has” he says

Oh no… I try to desperately wrack my brain to remember the moves he’s expecting me to display. But my mind isn’t home… or more so, the engine room of my brain seems to be on fire, and the little people inside my head that operate me, flail about, all screaming in confusion as to what to do. I can’t remember the moves!

I just got another text from Mum: Please remember your medication, your doctor says you aren't taking any. It seemed like ages since I had seen Mum. At the time I didn't even realise why or really understand how much time it had been between meds. I had been blocking it out, my doctor, the meds and everything. They say the brain is an expert at blocking out things. I had no idea. I thought I was at school, watching this vegetarian girl frowning in the food court. I thought I was listening to her thoughts. This is what I heard:

she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to connect the dots that littered her head. “Hey, stop, let it come to you later. Don’t damage your brain trying to remember at the moment. There may be a reason why your brain blocked it out,” Mike told her after five minutes of trying to juggle her memory. She opened her eyes and it was a bit unfocused. “I am sure that I am missing an important part.” “If you are not able to remember today, how about we try another day?” He asked but she wasn’t listening anymore, she had a worried expression on her face.