Novel & Cerita Amnesia Story

“I can’t tell you that.” “Why not?” “Because the doctor said not to,” Damien said. “Said not to force your memories. That you need to remember on your own.” “But you want to tell me,” Mia said. It wasn’t a question. She could see it in his eyes. The desperate need to explain. To make her understand. “Yes,” Damien admitted. “God yes, I want to tell you. But I can’t. Because if I do and it overwhelms you, if it makes the amnesia worse, I’ll never forgive myself.”

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.

- Lauren's eyes had filled with tears, believing that her father, still traumatized and hurt by the death of his wife, was delirious, just what James feared. - Are you aware of what you're saying? - she refuted, acting strong, continuing to steal her father's right to speak. - If mom was still alive, why hasn't she looked for us? Where has she been all this time? -I told you, honey, it's hard to explain. –he said calmly, opposing the agitated character of his daughter whose breathing was very heavy. –From what we have found out, Anne suffered an accident that resulted in a type of amnesia, that's why she hadn't tried to communicate, but recently she did. I think she managed to remember somet

After a movement of silence, Darren put down his cutleries looked back at her, and said, “Mom, Areiza is suffering from amnesia. She is forgotten about all of us.” “What? Amnesia?” Lillian’s eyes widened in horror. The plate in her hand fell on the ground, shattering into pieces. And the pieces of steak were scattered all over the floor. Some of the sauce is splashed onto his white shirt, leaving a tough stain. Hurriedly, she pulled out the chair beside him and sat down and asked, “Darren, what happened to Areiza? How and why did she lose her memory?” “Well, according to the doctor, the experience was so traumatizing for her that she chose to forget the painful experience subconsciously,” Da

Jocelyn suddenly said, "Anna, when if JC remembers coming back to you, will you take him back as your boyfriend?" "Hopefully not, Jocy. The condition of total amnesia is as if the brain's memory has restarted like a computer that has been infected with a virus. Jason will start learning everything from scratch again even though there may be times when an amnesia patient's memory returns. I hope he will find a new love, this time my decision has been made. His artistic status is too difficult to put together with my life as an ordinary girl," said Anna. The sound of an announcement from the airport loudspeaker notified that the plane bound for Grenada would depart soon and passengers were ask

Inder said "Did she have an accident or something? Maybe a memory loss??" Armaan asked "Memory loss and she forgot only me. How is that possible??" Inder asked, rolling his eyes "Selective Amnesia happens right" Armaan argued his point. "Selective amnesia doesn't mean she selectively forgets a person. Maybe a selective time period. And this is not some bad soap opera" Inder said frustrated "Okay okay. I will ask Kamal Mishra to check into it. It doesn't hurts to know if she got into any accident of sorts'' Armaan said and immediately called Kamal Mishra, his legal advisor to do the necessary.

As soon as she left there was a knock. “Come in”. he said and a man came in. “What is the update?” he asked. “Sir, I am keeping an eye and I come to know that Amayra…” “What happened to her?” before he could finish his sentence Danish grabbed his collar. “She… she has lost her memory”. When he completed his sentence, he let go of his shirt collar and looked at him surprisingly. That person cleared his throat and said. “She has lost her memories but not fully. She has temporary amnesia. Doctors said that she can remember her past anytime. But they warned them not to put pressure on her brain. So, according to the doctor, they told her everything slowly.

“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 couldn't tell if it was out of fright or annoyance. Trevor. My beta. Dead. The piece of information hit me like a punch to the gut, stealing my breath. Why can't I remember? “What's going on?” I yelled at Pauline, my chest contracting tightly in panic. Forcing me to take deep breaths, Pauline asked me a couple of random questions. And I couldn't remember most of it. But her demeanour changed when I replied her question about the year and month. Pauline stood back, her eyes darted back and forth between me and Alexis. "I think you might have temporary amnesia," she stated, her tone bland, giving nothing away. "It’s not uncommon after the type of accident you were in."

This must be a joke. "But I know who I am." I stare blankly. Dr. Toring looks at me a little confused at first then jerks his head up, acknowledging my statement. "Oh, no Mr. Cole, it's not what you see on the soap Operas and television series. Amnesia is a form of short term memory loss and that is currently what you have." Again, I look at nurse Candice, almost hoping there will be a got you in there somewhere. Same look comes across her face but when she does look at me this time, I see sympathy. She moves forward and holds my hand.