Novel & Cerita Amnesia Custom Stories

They said my body couldn't handle anything strong at the moment, or it'd be highly stimulating to my senses. I frequently stared at the walls aimlessly, with the banner of written words on it, and sulked at the fact that I'm struck with dylexia because of.. what's that fucking heart clenching word again? Oh, they're three words. Retrograde Fucking Amnesia. My Dad didn't visit. Guess he was scrubbing public toilets clean, or washing dishes at several restaurants to foot my hospital bills. Friday

My memory loss is one hell of a kind. I guess my amnesia was specially made for me cause I can remember having a company but can't remember having a home. I remembered my mom but can't remember my dad. I shrugged that off while I walked down the street. I got to a restaurant and a waiter appeared immediately. I ordered beef stew and rice with a flute of champagne. ..................................... 30 minutes of eating, I paid the bills and walk majestically out of the restaurant. At my left hand side was a club, I need to get wasted tonight. Probably, get a bitch home to f*ck.

“I swear that girl is always giving me a headache for not calling me from time to time.” “I’ll let her know so she can call you,” Alex assured with a loving smile. "You know how Ashley can be once she concentrates so much on her studies. She sometimes tends to forget calling us." Alex watched as her mother then turned to her father and started talking about the diner that her sister, Vicky is running and is asking him when they can be able to go and have breakfast there. Her mother, who for the past four years had suffered Anterogade amnesia, where she only remembers events before the accident had happened.

Segundina beg for him too! One of the reason why I keep asking him to tell me the story is maybe he forgot something to tell me. Especially that his getting old and he is very emotional right now. It might affect his memories and forget the most important part. This always happens, that`s why I always tell my clients to repeat their stories every time we meet. “It all started when, Aye accidentally broke my favorite vase. It`s normal to got mad at her, but I’m furious that day because one of my business partner broke the agreement, so my anger is not usual.” That is confirmed already.

“Yeah. I went over as soon as I heard from Karl that he had already woken up. Fortunately, he’s okay, and he’s holding up pretty well. However, there is one strange thing that happened…” “Come on. Tell it quicker, Maia. I’m dying over here,” Camille said with an exasperated voice. I scratched the back of my head. “He’s got Amnesia. Temporary Amnesia, to be precise.” “What? Are you pranking me or something?” I shook my head although she couldn't see me. “No! I wish I was, but that isn’t the case.” We both didn’t say anything for a while, and only Camille’s breaths were heard over the phone. “It really doesn’t sound like you’re joking.”

he insisted. "Hmm, that's a good idea!" "I actually wanted to compile those pictures because, once my memory regains...then, I won't forget those moments that I had experienced here. I want to-" "Huh? Meaning, you have amnesia?" "Exactly! But it's just a temporary amnesia. I was depressed after the accident that happened to us with my ex-girlfriend. That's why I have this amnesia. But the doctor said it's just temporary and doing the things that make me comfortable and enjoyable might help me to overcome this and to easily regain my memory."

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?"