Amnesia Story Novels & Stories

Lucia asked, shifting her question to the only doctor in the room. “There seems to be a problem Miss Lucia. She seems to be suffering from a rare type of amnesia called dissociative amnesia. She has forgotten about everything in her life, even her name” the doctor explained. The doctor's news came as a nuke which exploded right before my eyes.

He kissed me on the cheek and left. "Are you really okay? Why did you cry? That jerk did something right?" Peggy is still mad so I sighed deeply and took the courage to talk. "Can you three hear me out?" The three exchanged glances and nodded. "You know, before I entered high school, I had an accident. They said I was in a coma for 6 months. When I woke up, I can't remember what happened. My parents and my siblings didn't want to talk about it either. I can remember some of my memories before the accident but not all of them. I also forgot some of the people I have interacted with before. They said it's selective amnesia. The doctors said it was me who locked those memories. I tried so hard

“Did something happen?” “Amelia, Eduardo has amnesia,” I said, feeling choked up with unshed tears. “He can't remember anyone or anything and his mother and Sofia Denzel have filled up his head with lies. Only the heavens know what they must have told him about him.” “Oh my goodness!” Amelia's eyes widened in shock. “What are you going to do now?” “I genuinely have no idea, Amelia.” “I wish I could help, Miss Roswell. I really do,” Amelia said. “But nothing comes to mind.”

“I told you I was going to wait until you are ready to talk about what happened. So my best guess is that you brought me here to tell me everything. Maybe not everything, but a part of it. Am I right?” I shrugged. “Maybe.” She laughed at my words. I looked down at my palm and sighed. “I have Amnesia.” She stiffened, her smile freezing on her face. “I don’t understand,” she said, looking confused. “How can you have Amnesia when you can remember me and Lorenzo?”

After a car accident wipes my memory, my mind is stuck ten years in the past—right after I get down on one knee to propose to Angeline Stone. I tear through every app on my phone, desperate to find any proof that Angeline is actually my wife. But all I see in my contacts are numbers I don't recognize, and my WhatsApp chat list is empty. I have no choice but to call my buddy, Rick Tate, to ask him whether Angeline accepted my proposal. To my surprise, he explodes on me like a lit firecracker. "Did a donkey kick you in the head, Caleb? Did she accept your proposal? You're about to divorce her!" My first reaction after hanging up is—damn, I'm a legend. I actually managed to land an ice quee

I just didn’t want to say it out loud, not in front of Garcia and the doctor, unless they wonder how I knew it and how was I so familiar with it. “She’s been triggered. Something or maybe someone, envoked a lot of stress, fear, or even a memory, pushed her nervous system too far. The brain does what it can to survive. For her, that means… disappearing.” “She has amnesia. She has no memory of the first eighteen years of her life,” I said, taking a step closer to her. The doctor looked between me and Jeremiah, before he focused on me and asked, “Was she in an accident?” ____ A. Gupta

" He thought I still didn't know his amnesia was an act. He assumed that after seven days, he could use his 'illness' as an excuse, apologize to me, and everything would return to normal. But this hands-off boss had no idea that the company's most critical project had only seven days left before its deadline. The amount involved was enormous. If it wasn't delivered on time—or if something went wrong—he would have to pay a massive penalty. In the past, for the sake of the company's stability and his future, I would have chosen to endure it all in silence. But I was already exhausted. I wanted neither the company nor him anymore. Anthony subconsciously reached out to grab my hand, then remembe

the doctor explained. Her eyes widened. "Is that really possible, Doc?" she asked, curious. "Yes, Mrs. Samaniego. If a person experiences dissociative amnesia due to an accident, abuse, trauma, or highly stressful experiences, they can forget events from the past few days, months, or even years. Sometimes, they are predisposed to forget a specific person while remembering everyone else." Cyan pressed a hand against her chest. So that was why Zach’s greeting had been so strange. He thought she was her twin sister who had married him eight years ago—not her.

“I swear, I won’t go down alone. You’ll go down with me. Every last one of you.” A nervous gulp sounded on the other end. “You don’t have to worry about that, ma’am. The doctor confirmed he has amnesia. He doesn’t remember anything—not who he is, not what happened, nothing. Our secret is safe… for now.” My lips pressed into a thin, angry line. “It better be,” I said through clenched teeth, and ended the call with a hard tap. I threw the phone onto the couch and rubbed my temples, trying to steady my breathing. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. Everything had been carefully planned. Every single move. Every single dose. Every single lie.

“Why doesn’t she remember me? I’m her husband, she can’t possibly forget me..” The doctor took a deep breath before speaking. “I’m sorry, Mr. DeLuca. From the brain imaging we conducted on your order, it shows old trauma consistent with the blast injury you talked about. Amnesia is probable, retrograde and possibly anterograde. She may not remember anything from before the accident—or even the months after. That’s why she can’t remember you.” I nodded once as my throat felt raw. "But she’ll remember me eventually, right?"