Amnesia Story Novels & Stories

As I continued to share my story, the host's eyes filled with compassion and understanding. "Cynthia, I have to ask," she said gently. "What was going through your mind during that time? How did you cope with the pain and the trauma?" I took a deep breath, feeling a wave of emotions wash over me. "To be honest, I didn't cope well at all," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I tried to bury my feelings and move on, but it only made things worse. I started to experience amnesia, forgetting my painful memories until they came flooding back in unexpected ways."

“He knows his own name. Ronan. And he remembers his dad’s name. That’s all. He doesn’t know you. He doesn’t know his brother. He doesn’t remember his life before the shooting. It’s gone for now.” My hand went to my mouth. I felt the floor tilt under my feet. “No… no, that can’t…” The doctor put a gentle hand on my arm. “It’s called amnesia. From the injury. Sometimes memory comes back on its own. Sometimes it doesn’t. If we try to give him everything at once, all the people, all the stories, it could hurt him even more. His brain isn’t ready. It might overload him, make things worse.” I wiped my eyes. “So what do we do?”

Instead, they exchanged wicked grins, watching me as if I were the victim of a pathetic prank. I silently clenched my fists. Chloe wiped the wine from her lips and sat up straight. “Does this make you uncomfortable, Serena? Oh, that’s right. You have amnesia. You must have forgotten that we always play like this at parties.” “There’s nothing to be uncomfortable about,” I replied, flashing Chloe a bright smile. This she-wolf—my supposed best friend—was now proudly wrapping her arms around Toby’s neck to mark her territory, entirely under the impression that my mind was blank.

She asked rubbing my shoulders comfortingly, I sniffled in deeply and looked up at her, “Bella, how can I be suffering from Amnesia and I don’t even know,” I muttered, I watched as her pupils dilated in confusion, she slowly stood up to her feet, “Amnesia?! What are talking about?!” She said and I went ahead to tell her every single detail about everything that had happened, from how I met Adil to how he lied about his whole identity, he never really spoke about his parents but all the little things he said about them was an absolute lie.

He looked at the lights in the room at the end of the second floor of the villa and felt a fit of suffering. Presumably... Eliza also felt as uncomfortable as him and couldn't fall asleep, right? He sighed and leaned against the leather seats of the car, staring at the light with fixed eyes. In fact, they were both suffering. However, even if he was sad, he had to do so. After Hamza lost his memory for more than 20 years, when he learned that Shreya had become a vegetable and might never wake up again, he finally regained his memory. "This kind of amnesia drug can make people forget their happiness and only remember everything related to pain."

“Always running around her.” I leaned forward a little. “So you know something?” She looked around, then lowered her voice. “Fine. I will say a little. But you didn’t hear it from me.” “I promise,” I said quickly. She glanced back at the gate of the house before speaking. “The truth is… Miss Jasmine is not well. She lost her memory. She has Amnesia. She doesn’t remember her past or know people she used to know. She has been like this since the accident.”

“But there’s one thing you both need to understand.” Nana held Cecilia’s hand. The girl sat weakly on the bed, looking at them with an empty gaze. “Your daughter has total amnesia. She doesn’t remember who she is, has no memory of her past, and she doesn’t even recognize her own name.” Nana immediately turned to Cecilia. “Sweetheart… you don’t remember anything at all?” Cecilia slowly shook her head. “I’m sorry, Mama… I really don’t remember anything.”

Amore asked as she wiped away her tears. “You have amnesia. You had an accident when you graduated eight months ago,” Xavier revealed. Amore's eyes widened. 'Amnesia? Graduation. My parents and me inside a car. That dream! It was all from my past!' Amore thought. “S-so, it was not just a dream. I had a reoccurring dream that matches what you said. I s-saw them in my dreams. I saw their faces, their h-happy faces," Amore said in between sobs as she cried again.

“What did you like to do before you got married?” She swallowed. Telling her story of amnesia was getting redundant. It seemed to suck all the air out of the room when she revealed her condition to someone. But it was the only story she had. “I don’t remember. I was in a bad car accident. My leg was broken in two different places. I also had a sprained neck and amnesia.” If he was surprised by the information, he didn’t show it. “I’m sorry. I take it you are still suffering from amnesia?”

“Fine! we’ll do this.” “If you are saying you can remember everything, it can really be called Dissociative Amnesia. That was really temporary. This type of amnesia doesn’t result from neurological damage to the brain. It is caused by psychological aspects,” the doctor said bluntly after getting serious. He has held my records in the hospital for the past fifteen years.