(FIRST PERSON POV)
My name is ... Well that doesn't matter anymore.
Eversince I was born my parents felt they were blessed. Indeed they were blessed So am I atleast I thought it was.
I was born with Hyperthymesia. Yep from the outside it looks like a boon. Who wouldn't like when they remembered everything accurately. Scoring perfect score in exams, calculating numbers like a machine, remembering every dates, times even seconds.
But it wasn't a boon because you remember everything. Yes, literally everything.
Every memories you wish you could have forgot, every moments you hated down to the very bone you remember all even if you don't want it. Those memories gnaw at you from inside out like a parasite inside a mantis.
I suffered from this for 31 years.
First seeing me remember everything my parents felt great. They thought I was a prodigy. They enrolled the city's biggest and esteemed school. I learnt everything easily. Literally everything.
From alphabets to complex languages. By ten I have learnt to read, speak and write 12 languages. Even the most complex one like Chinese, Japanese even Tamil Brahami(mostly from inscriptions). I read their literatures learnt their histroy, their lives, their treatment. Everything, I have learnt it.
I even mastered many martial disciplines like boxing, silambam, fencing. I excelled at everything.
Until one day everything crashed...
It was a Sunday. My 17th birthday.
Me and parents had gone to a restaurant for lunch. After finishing the lunch I asked them to go forward so that I can have short detour to the lavatory to urinate. After finishing my business I was about step out of the door of the restaurant only to see a horror that happened right infront of my eyes.
Both were crossing the road when a speeding car had hit them. Both were thrown to the other lane only to be stuck by a speeding truck that came from the opposite side. She got hit and the truck driver only realised that he had hit something after driving the truck tire moved on to my mother mid-section. She was crush to death. My father who was lucky went the truck by luck he survived. But barely, his should was fractured and head was bleeding profusely. He had died on this was to the hospital due to heavy bleeding.
Puff
Everything I loved is gone my parents they were gone. What remained was their memories and their last moments that happened right infront of my eyes. That memory gnawed at me. I tried to forget it but I can't. That's when I realised that the thing I my parents considered as a blessing became a nightmare to me.
I started to halluciate about my parents the house once filled with warmth, joy became cold and gloomy.
Two years. For two years I shut myself. I discontinued my education and became a shut in with no one to show love and warmth I became a recluse the hallucinations I had seen became even more real I started to talk alone like a psychotic.
But one day I realised that I had been talking to hallucinations I immediately went to a psychiatrist.
Because of my unique condition for the next 9 months I had been given a strict treatment.
I started to change the hallucinations stopped by the two years I spent in recluse made a socially anxious person.
Then I started wearing masks of expression, a perfect poker face. It helped me a lot.
I continued my education. And did a degree in forensic science.
After that I put my house the one I stayed with my parents on lease. From that money started my own detective agency. Yep mine own one.
After 6 long years I felt happy. Starting my own company. It felt good. What started as a small agency quickly became a famous one in my city. I even started working with the country's central beauracy on crime cases. All it took me to become a renowned detective my country was just 5 years. In five years I became from a broken teenager mourning from his parents death suddenly became a famous detective. I even became the news' headlines for being the youngest detective in the records. And for one once in a long time I considered my Hyperthymesia and high IQ a boon.
Everything was going well just when I thought my life's going well fate crushed me with a burden.
One day a case came to my table. A case that changed my life. Apparently, it was a murder case.
A dead body found near the near the core reactor containment room of a power plant. Apparently, the dead man have struggled before died due to strangling of throat. But the fingerprints on his neck is missing. The murderer must have wore a glove.
After careful investigation for a month it is found that the owner of the power plant a rich man have forged the details of his power plant's safety test report.
So he did the safety test again and again away from noticing eyes and failed in it again and again due to the low quality of the core materials that the radiation isn't contained. And when the dead man the managing director said that they have to report this or seal the power plant the owner lashed out and killed him by strangling and the evidences were erased by his lackeys.
Thus, the case was solved.