Closed Eyes

Rose remembers nothing of her past lives. It isn't usual for people of the Memoir tribe to come into being without a past life but Rose doesn't seem to have one... Or so she thinks...

In dimension 51 Somnium's inhabitants are beings made from the remains of the deceased from Earth. Each created to be the age they were when their former selves were their happiest the memories of their past selves remain in their beings from creation till death their personality, and such already manifested thanks to their past selves. Whilst memories and such are created in the duplicates of their past selves, their appearances are strikingly different. Longer limbs and sometimes dis-figuration is common in those not created in the planet's core facilities.

Rose was made from the planet's core facilities. Number 93 765 234th to be exact. But unlike the others she has no idea who she is... Who her past was... Why she is alive. By default she is a failure. But thanks to kindness is kept to find herself.


3. Decisions

The outside world of dimension 51 is just like Earth. How I know...? I don't. Not really anyway. The roads are smooth though and the only thing that reminds me of where I am is the continuous blue light that weaves through the streets filled with people of different ages, sizes and racial backgrounds. The local markets outside the core centre is open and I've been given the day to explore. Having ditched the white shift I sport a blue tank top and some bell-bottom jeans. Cute. I know.

"So... Usually we don't look like our past selves," Amanda sparks up suddenly beside me. My eyes flit to her beautiful, dark skin as blue light reflects off the small, glass chandeliers she admires. Her eyes are a deep blue.

"There was a rumour he was the first of a new process the centre was trialing. I guess he is." She shrugs innocently as she straightens from her leaning over the stall before us and turns to me holding two small wind chimes.

"Blue or gold?" She asks, causing me to smile.


We'd met the day after my last run in with Ryan. Breakfast in my room was no longer an option since Penny had decided I needed more time outside with others. Within the first few moments upon entering the food hall, however, Amanda had seemed to have appeared out of nowhere and whisked me off into her wonderful world of exploring new things, and changing the subject every few moments. In her past life she'd been a psychologist who'd lost herself in her job so much so that it had led her to her own demise. It was probably why I'd confided in her so quickly.

"You didn't tell her that you've started to worry," My conscience is like a needle forever pricking me in my lower back if I relax for a moment.

"Or that you fear what you will remember."

"The gold." I reply in my robot voice. It's becoming customary and I'm not sure I'm as comfortable with it as I was when I first awoke. Now that I was getting my memories back, my voice should have changed... Right?


She quickly had it bagged and we began to return to the gates to the centre. If Ryan looked exactly like he did in our old life, did I look the same also?

"He was the first of a new trial... He was here before me." My heart seemed to clench in all nervousness as it dawned on me that I could potentially look exactly like this woman Ryan loved in his previous life.

"You don't have to be her if you don't want to be." Amanda speaks out of nowhere as usual. I stare straight ahead holding the small bag of gems she'd chosen for me earlier. My eyes are locked on the gates wondering if I'll ever be let out on my own.

"You've never asked." I scold myself.


Pausing at the gates I stare straight ahead until I feel Amanda's hand on my arm. Her black hair spirals around her and her smile immediately lights up my dreary self for some strange reason. It's probably why I like her so much. Amanda's emotions are so loud and obvious it's like an infection...

"She makes you feel something," I seem to realize.

"You aren't that emotionless robot you think you are when you're with her."

"We haven't known eachother for a long time but to be honest, Rose, I'm not the same Amanda as I was in my past life," She says as the doors open. I know we should probably be walking in right now but I don't. We don't. My feet are rooted to the spot and my attention is singularly focused upon what she tells me next.

"Who I was - wasn't a bad person. But awakening here in Somnium, I am something else now. Someone else. I have Amanda's memories and I feel what she felt in those moments but they're not my own..." She continues as she begins to guide me into the gates along side her.


A loud sound sounds and suddenly her hand has left my arm, and we're looking about in fright. It's a siren. I see it on one of the main towers and the flashing light is driving me insane.

"I've seen that before..."


Sirens filled the air with noise so loud my head felt it was about to explode. I ran. Faster, and faster...

"Honey, everything's going to be okay." My dad. His warm blue eyes were shining with tears but his face held such an expression of withdrawal that I couldn't help but let the sob that had been choking me escape. His arms enveloped my shoulders as I looked past him to see the stretcher being brought out of the house... My mum lying on it so silent and still.

"She's just resting for a bit, now. The heart attack took a lot out of her." His words were loud and clear but I was already moving to her side. Touching her arm, pushing her hair out of her face. My eyes filled with tears and I leaned down to kiss her forehead... A weak heart. With her condition even the slightest of things could push her over... A wave of sadness rolled through my being before another did of an even deeper aching. Sudden realization of a later event came into my knowledge and my heart stopped beating.


My eyes opened and I was yet again in one of the centre's main patient rooms. My head on a pillow, my hand in a pair so familiar I teared up again. Looking at Ryan I wondered what could have gone so wrong.

"How are you feeling?" He asked gently moving to stroke my cheek. I turned my face away... I couldn't tell him. Did he know? Could he see?

"How can you tell someone you died of a broken heart?"

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