Memories

"How long will the whole procedure take, doctor?"

"A couple of hours or so, depends on how your brain responds to the treatment."

"It's painless, right?"

"Yes of course, you won't feel a thing."

I reassure myself that everything will be okay. Technology is so much more advanced now, how bad could it be? Anything is better than having to live like this; being chased by those awful memories all the time. I know memories make us who we are and erasing them completely might have repercussions but it's a risk I'm willing to take. If this operation is successful, I can finally be free. No more staying up all night, playing those memories over and over in my head. I just want it to stop. I just want peace.

"Ma'am? Come with me, we'll need to get you on the chair," a nurse calls me. I follow her into the quiet, cold room full of machines, the smell of disinfectants is nauseating.

"Okay, we're all set. You ready?" the nurse asks. My miserable life flashes before my eyes once again, a sense of nostalgia washes over me. Am I really ready?

Afsara Khan studies Architecture at North South University.