Amnesia Custom Stories Novels & Stories

“Oh dear, oh dear. I'm sorry on his behalf. Please don't take it personal okay....” my mom said softly patting AY on the back. “Why is he so rude to me?” “That’s how he reacts when he sees a stranger or should I say visitor...” “But I'm not a stranger; I'm his best friend for crying out loud. Why can't he remember me. Why do you have to apologise for him I don't understand?” AY asked; tears welling in her eyes. My mom gave her an intent look then finally uttered. “Amnesia.”

He then asks. “N-not at all!” I blurt out, leaning forward in my chair. “I swear, I’ll be more focused! It’s just-!” I pause. There is no way in the Outlands that I am going to tell Kain I heard him last night, and that is why I have no focus today. He seemed to be waiting for my answer, so I quickly blurted out the first thing that come to mind, “the bed wasn’t too comfortable, so I hardly slept!”

Did you put cream and sugar too? Yes, it's a mixture of coffee, chocolate, whipped cream and a little sugar. Naomi responded. Naomi was misty-eyed... she couldn't remember her favorite hot drink. Ari was in Dr Steven's room... explaining what selective amnesia was. Selective amnesia is a type of amnesia in which the sufferer loses certain parts of their memory. Common elements that may be forgotten are relationships with people, special talents, where they live, abilities in certain areas, and or traumatic events.

She pouted. "Mami, I don't care. All I know is I want you to pack our bags before I return." He snapped. "Someone is on his period" She whispered waving hand at the friendly receptionist. After packing the bags up, she opened the curtains. Looking at the busy street, she will miss taking tea while hussain is hugging her behind. She sighed softly, this is not how she wanted her vacation to end. She wanted to leave a memory behind and now all the memory she will leave behind, is that of her husband fighting his brother.

At every question, she did only one thing, Aashmaan shook her head negatively and glanced at Neil. The doctor told Neil that Aashmaan lost her memories in short, She had amnesia but Neil knew Amnesia wasn't the cause of her memory loss. She had Face blindness and because of this disease, she forgot everything in her life. She woke up after a month of staying in the coma and that was enough for her to forget everything about her life.

This gets a haughty chuckle from Raelyn. To my surprise Gideon defends me. “Nova is dealing with a lot right now. She has some blank spots in her memory and I’m sure that being here is bringing back some things. Everyone is to be considerate and understanding while she pieces things back together.” I can see the half ass smirk on Reyna’s face, the start of an eye roll. She thinks I’m playing games, making things up for attention. Except attention from Gideon or anyone else here is not attention I want. “It’s called dissociative amnesia,” I tell her. “Apparently it’s my brain’s way to deal with my mother’s death. I might never get my memories back.” And I would be perfectly fine with that as

She started, smiling as she took a deep breath. "Grandpa had the same amnesia and still can't remember if Mr. Ambrose had accompanied him to the business trip or not. Not to mention the defendant's workers who had all gone blank after having a strange drink, which was done by the cook who had run off ever since... and now, Miss Bella also suffers from amnesia?" Natasha Choi said as I could see the expression on the judge's face. I could see him writing something in his notes.

“Like… you’re walking through life fine, functioning, doing everything you’re supposed to. But there’s a gap somewhere. Like a part of your story just—got erased.” There was a roughness to his voice that hadn’t been there before. I didn’t answer. I waited. “I got into an accident,” he said finally, his voice low. “A year ago. They told me I was lucky it wasn’t worse, but... I lost some things.” He tapped the side of his head gently. “Memories. Not all of them. Just—some.” He let out a dry, hollow laugh. “Selective amnesia, they called it.”

The last thing I wanted was to start arguing about it again. My eyes fluttered open. “I’m bothered about the fact that I can’t remember saving Obsidian or anything else about Mom,” I told him. “I’ve been thinking about that,” he muttered. “I read somewhere that traumatic experiences might lead to amnesia. Something might have happened—” “Something like what?” I interrupted him. “I don’t know.” I sighed. “I miss Charlene. I miss having someone to talk to.” “You have someone to talk to, Vanya. You have me.”