Chapter 1 - Memories of the Soul

"Are you ready to dive in? Remember that this is a memory, and everything is fixed, so nothing can be changed."

[Yes, I know]

"Also note that you can feel the sensation from the memory, and have the person's thoughts as well, so just think of it like some lucid dream."

"We will also limit the pain received to some degree, so the user won't get hurt."

"We are counting on you, find out what happened, and don't lose yourself in there."

I slowly closed my eyes.

Several black strings extended out from my fingers, and stretched towards that individual.

"Let's go, close the lights, and lock the doors, we don't want any interruptions to the soul reading."

"Health monitors and life supports are active, it should last for the entire duration."

The strings are connected, soul link is stable, proceeding with soul reading.

"Mark... the pain limiter is a lie... right? It is not possible to limit the pain felt to the Soul."

"I had to, no soul reader are willing to go through potential death experiences..."

Their words blurred as an image emerged.

It was night. In the middle of the night.

I was awoken by a hand coming down at my face.

I want to sleep, school tomorrow, the comfort of the bed pulling me into a deep sleep.

A sudden hard smack on my face propelled me out of my dream.

On my right, (a person) my father.

What's happening to him, what is wrong, he is clutching his chest, seemingly in pain.

"Arghhh" He roughed his throat as he let out a shout.

I sat up to see him more clearly, but it was practically useless in the dark.

*Turns on the light*

The dazzling light shine and twinkle.

Before lighting up the entire room.

I can't tell what is the problem, it seems like heart issues.

It came to the top of my head: Call 995

I threw my hand towards my phone.

Grabbed it close to my face and dial the numbers.

My mind slipping off and vision distorting occasionally.

[My Father needs help, he is screaming in pain!]

"It's on the way, please tell me what's happening"

[Father, tell me what's wrong!]

I lift his body upright, leaning onto the wall.

Uncertainty in my mind.

What to do.

What can I do.

Wait for the ambulance to arrive?

Fetch him a cup of water?

I jumped out of the bed and walk briskly in the dim light to the kitchen.

Reached for a cup and grabbed the nearest container of water.

The water flows out as I tilt the container towards the cup.

The water flow slowly, very slowly.

Anxiety shook my spine, and my mind blanked.

Ahh, the water spilled onto the kitchen counter.

How much time went by!?

Thumping through the living room.

Father is slowly breathing, and his condition seemed to have stabilized.

[Here is some water] I said, feeling assured.

He reached for the cup, but it relapsed and he suddenly convulsed.

The cup was knocked away, and the water splashed onto the bed.

I could only stare in horror.

Before I knew it, I was on the hospital with my father.

The whole ride was discombobulating and disorienteering.

The news of Father then hit me like a hangover.

Tears streamed out of my eyes, like emptying a glass of water.

It have left a mark in my Memory ever since.

Before this, My father gave me what he treasured as a family heirloom.

It is a hunting knife, and it looked pretty old and worn.

Grey steel and Brown leather, with scratches on the spine of the knife.

"Treasure it like I have, but don't ever expose it to the Moon Light."

It was an instruction that quickly dissipated from my mind.

I kept it under my drawer, and soon had forgotten.

He was silent.

His body froze in time, face of satisfaction and acceptance, a peaceful passing.

Mine full of regret and denial, a saddening sorrow.

It seems that this is a very important memory to that person, so much so that it was the beginning of the memory.

The family heirloom, don't expose it to the moonlight, what secret does it have?

Looks like I have to continue reading to find out more.