Amnesia Custom Stories Novels & Stories

Hatice asked doubtfully, "Although I know this name, I don't have the slightest impression of him." "In medicine, there is a type called selective amnesia. In other words, you have lost part of your memory. You want to erase this part of your memory, so you forgot it." Warren said seriously, "Hatice, if that's the case, do you still want to remember it? It might be very painful." Hatice was completely panicked. She was a little confused, looking at Warren, she suddenly felt like she had stepped into a huge black hole. "But why don't I have any impression?" She muttered to herself. Could it be that something very important happened between her and Emery?

Hale's report. I attempt to maintain a professional detachment in the face of unpleasant information; however, the emotional pain lingers. I've grown accustomed to being the center of Aiden's attention. He's pursued me with utmost dedication, so I'm the last person he should have forgotten. If anyone's memories should have been shielded, it should have been his stepmother or stepbrother, who are effectively adversaries to him. Dr. Hale mentioned that stronger feelings are more susceptible to disruption in retrograde amnesia. It's unpredictable, potentially affecting memories associated with intense emotions, whether pain, love, or regret.

“I thought you were gone… forever. I asked the doctor about you—he said he had no idea who you are or where you were. Tell me I’m not dreaming.” Zayne finally blinked out of the shock that had left him speechless. “Is this your definition of a joke?” he asked coldly, casting a glare at the doctor. Eugene swallowed hard, stepping back slightly. “I was trying to tell you, my lord,” he said carefully. “She has… a special case of amnesia. Retrograde, with emotional fixation. Her mind—she’s confusing reality, attaching her memories of this particular person to you. She—” “Enough,” Zayne cut in.

Nancy was about to push the door open when she heard Evan's gloating voice. "Nancy's just too stupid. Can you believe that she actually thinks this amnesia thing I have is real? No one forgets one specific person when they suffer from amnesia. What's more, I have it once every three years. That was just a lie I made up because I wanted to have fun with other women!" Nancy's hand stopped in midair. It was just a lie? She could hardly believe her ears, but the voices inside the private room continued. "But I thought you liked Ms. Sartori a lot. Why are you hurting her with this lie?"

They tried to retreat to the family's hometown, only to discover that Derek had secretly sold the house years ago to plug holes in the company's finances. Vanessa couldn't break her spending habits. She racked up credit card debt and payday loans trying to maintain her lifestyle. The interest compounded fast, and soon she owed well over a million. Debt collectors showed up at the door of their rented basement apartment every day, splashing red paint and shoving dead rats through the mail slot. Margaret couldn't take the constant terror. She suffered a stroke and was left paralyzed, bedridden. Vanessa had no choice. She washed dishes at a restaurant during the day and poured drinks at a night

My anger issues were bad enough on a normal day, but this guy brought out the absolute worst in me. His playful expression vanished, replaced by a quiet, intense seriousness. "They say if you want someone with amnesia to remember, you just have to keep talking to them. Tell them about everything they forgot." "If you think that’s going to work, let me save you the trouble, it won't." He shrugged. "If it’s the only shot I have, I’m not going to stop showing up. I’ll keep reminding you of who we used to be." "You’re talking nonsense," I muttered, taking a bite of the ice cream.

“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.”

I stared at Killian who nodded and began to explain. “Selective amnesia is a form of memory loss in which a person loses specific memories while keeping back others, and this is often related to particular events or time periods. This condition can be triggered by trauma, stress, or psychological factors, and typically, the memories lost are those associated with emotionally distressing or significant experiences.

Betty asked warily and Christian stared at her for a moment or two before frowning. "What do you mean?" "What I mean is that these kind of stories are made up by my mom which are completely fictional..." Betty declared. "Maria always shares her stories with me and if my memory serves me well, she loved you to death that she once joked that if she died, she'd haunt you in your dreams just to make you remember that she's still alive." Betty chuckled ignoring our scowls and curious gazes. "Well, Maria, I mean, Isabella had a massive head injury and doctor told us that you fell into coma and.." she cleared her throat, avoiding to meet my eyes. "You got retrograde amnesia which means.. you won't

from raising his eyebrow it turns to furrow his forehead! "I don't remember." "Is that so? you don't remember me? I'm your ex." "Ex? sorry I have memories that I don't remember."- Mary Ann "Amnesia?" luckily her mood suddenly lights up and her tone becomes approachable "Yes, they told me its Lacunar Amnesia."- Mary Ann, she plays her hair while answering "Really, how are you?" "I'm okay."- Mary Ann "Can I sit here?" "Sure."- Mary Ann