Amnesia Visual Novels & Stories

“Are you sure you don’t know a woman named Vanessa Fergus?” “Yes. However, in all honesty, I cannot guarantee that too. As you have known I have suffered partial amnesia because of the car accident I had. My eyes were severely broken beyond fixation. This is why I was skeptical of who you are, after realizing you healed my eyes,” he explained, his voice was deep yet mellow. I felt secured with him by my side, and our bodies in close proximity.

He was the only reason her sister was still in the hospital and had not been thrown out on the streets to die. “How are you doing, Mia?” he asked her like he usually did over the past year. He always made sure to know the mental health of his patient's guardian before he broke more bad news to them. Mia responded in her usual manner… a small “fine,” and would directly go into asking about her sister. “Well, she happens to have what we call selective amnesia. You see, Mia, she remembers most things from her past, but some others seem to be none existent in her memory,” he said.

I didn't correct him. Selfishly, I let the title sit. The doctor motioned toward the hallway with a nod. "Come on back. Let's see how we can help today." The room he led me to was filled with medical equipment, transformed into a private clinic. Dr. Shaw motioned for me to sit in a comfortable chair while Ryan reluctantly stayed behind in the waiting area. "Try to relax," Dr. Shaw said, his voice soothing as he prepared his equipment. "Your amnesia was likely caused by severe head trauma. Recovering memories often requires triggers—specific stimuli connected to your past."

" 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

Though she seemed reassuring, her eyes looked haunted. “You must allow Kira to adjust it whenever we instruct.” Pytor’s tone brooked no argument. “We’re doing what’s best, and we can’t have you fighting when we’re trying to help.” He grasped her chin when she tried to look away. His fingers were like steel trapping her in his gaze. “Do you understand?” She nodded sullenly. “Why can’t I remember anything?” “The injury caused retrograde amnesia. You still remember how to walk, talk, and perform other basic functions. It’s affected your personal memories.” He bent his head. “It pains me that you can’t remember me or our love.”

My condition had stabilized somewhat, but I could still feel the weight of confusion pressing down on me. The doctor nodded cautiously, as he read from some papers that his assistant had produced. “The data we’ve collected is quite vast,” he said in a rather detached way but without impatience. Then, he faced me and said, “It is perhaps the physical shock during the accident led to localized amnesia to areas in the brain that is associated with short term memory. This may be owing to a concussion or a more severe brain injury.” I frowned, frustrated by the gaps in my mind. “But I remember most things clearly. Why is it that only some memories are missing?”

she held my hands, and an electrical current zipped through me. I pulled my hand back in shock, “I’m sorry but I don’t know you.” I looked around the room and noticed three other males laying in cots like mine, “what happened?” A woman came out from behind a curtain and answered, “you were in a car accident. It would seem you have amnesia. Could be temporary, but we won’t know for sure until we give it time.” My mouth went agape, amnesia? “I remember my name, my family, surely I don’t have amnesia,” I told her.

Summer’s Point of View “Well, this is quite a unique situation. It is highly unlikely for this kind of case to occur among one hundred individuals. However, let me provide you with a brief explanation. Anterograde amnesia refers to a form of memory loss wherein the affected person is unable to create new memories. In the most severe instances, this condition results in a permanent inability to learn or retain any new information.” Sitting, I asked, “What do you mean by that?”

"Emotionally and mentally, though… Well, here we are a bit concerned. We ran some tests and X-rays and we also did an MRI just to be sure we ruled out anything serious, but it does appear that she's suffering some memory loss. She only remembers bits and pieces leading up to the accident, and it's apparent that part of her memory is blocked." "Are you saying she has… amnesia?" Reece asked incredulously. "The technical term is 'retrograde amnesia'," the doctor clarified. "It's quite common with people who have sustained head injuries, or have suffered from something traumatic leading up to an accident." That certainly qualified in Amara's case. Reece glanced in disbelief at the trio listening

Author's POV The air in the hospital room was heavy, filled with thick silence, the machines’ steady beeping the only sound cutting through it. The doctor’s voice carried a weight that made every word feel like a blow. “You need to be more careful,” he said slowly, his eyes flickering nervously between his notes and Vincent. “This is not something normal. She has Dissociative Amnesia.” “This… this type of amnesia,” the doctor stammered, “comes from trauma, abuse, a violent crime, a disaster. The mind blocks out pieces of memory as a defense, to protect itself. That is why she doesn’t remember some parts of her life.”