Book About Amnesia Novels & Stories

This innocent child who was 7 years old at the time woke up two weeks later and she suffered a unique type of amnesia that she couldn’t recollect her name, her past, and events that led to her mishap. She spoke in pure English and it was difficult for the police to trace her parents and where she lived as she could not recall anything. It was also as if there was a powerful cabal that masterminded the attack that caused her accident as all information to aid investigation was completely wiped out. She was such an intelligent and beautiful-spirited girl that every staff of the hospital and even detectives loved her and provided all she needed. She liked to draw and read books so she was given

Iam shakingme? Please I don't want you getting hurt please go back to bed don't be scared I would never hur to you emily and then look at him.I thinkof what to say, but my mind is telling me torun far away right now."you drove the car that day?"," I was, but I wasn't trying to kill you"He tells me.,I'm confused and my mind is a mess.Howdo I know if he is even telling me the truth??"I don't believe you,I betyou found out about my accident and now,you are trying to trick me,"I yell.,"You had an accident?"he sounds alarmed.,"don't act like you didn't know."I shout.,"You are lying! is this you trying to keep upwith pretending you don't remember me?"heangrily says.,"No! I'm not pretending I don't

He'd stood exactly where Lyra was sitting now, folder in hand, clearing his throat the way men do when they're about to say something the listener won't enjoy. "The amnesia," he'd said. "We can't confirm it's permanent. Trauma-induced loss of this severity. it has a pattern. The brain protects itself first. Shuts everything out. But over time, with stability, with safety, it starts to." He'd paused. "Leak. Small things first. Flashes. Faces without names. Emotions without context attached to them. Then more." I had looked at him for a long moment. "How long." "No reliable timeline. Months, possibly. Could be sooner." He'd set the folder down. "I'd prepare for it."

She wasn’t ready to face Amelia yet. When we met at the hospital, we rushed to find Healer Eve. She was standing outside the door to Amelia’s room, blocking us from entering. “What’s this about, Eve?” Dad asked. Eve sighed. “You should know before you go in. Amelia is suffering from amnesia. There is a very likely chance that she won’t remember you. She doesn’t even seem to remember herself. I’m hoping seeing you will trigger something, but I need you to be prepared that it might not.”

He asked the doctor. The doctor scanned through his computer, later on, he faced Dart in a serious tone. “Mr. Edevane is suffering from dissociative amnesia, wherein he remembers everything even his accident, but the memory of him being the boyfriend of Jane was erased from his memory. Bria told me that they had a serious problem before the accident and I assume that this is one of the reasons why Jane was erased from his memory. Probably, it was due to the impact of their problem, maybe Mr. Edevane felt really hurt, and it might be his defense mechanism to overcome the traumatic event in his life.” He explained.

Josh laughed at his last words. Just like all the doubtful doctors who had insisted my memories weren’t real, Josh was doing the same and it angered me. But then, anything about this situation tended to anger me, which was why I hated talking about my past. My amnesia wasn’t so severe that I’d forgotten my entire past. The only memories I’d lost were the ones two years prior to my head injury. So I wasn’t that bad. I wished people would stop making me feel like a damn freak.

"Where have you been? Why did you leave me? Do you have any idea how hard I've been looking for you?" The corners of my mouth twitched into a faint smile. I looked at him as if he were a total stranger. "I'm sorry, sir. Do I know you?" The color drained from his face, as if he had been slapped in front of the entire crowd. It was exactly what he had done to me—when he faked his amnesia, holding Angela close and declaring that she was his Donna. I didn't give him another look. I simply turned and took the arm of the man beside me.

She turned, guiding Jenny out before the knife could twist deeper. In the doctor’s office, the truth fell like a hammer. "Mild amnesia," the doctor said. "He’s forgotten the person he was most focused on before blacking out. It may return… or not. If he doesn’t want it to, it may never." Anna’s voice trembled. "Then why only her?" "Because she’s the last person he thought of before the trauma. That’s how the mind works." Jenny had been silent the whole time, staring at the floor.

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.

The more she thought about it, the more confused Amada became. "Amada, don't forget you're losing your mind." Nathan chooses the right time to remind. Amada's face lit up at the fact that Nathan had affirmed. She moved her lips to argue back but then fell silent because Nathan had successfully reassured Amada, by emphasizing something very obvious. Amada has amnesia. It sounds unbelievable, but it's true. A complicated truth at this point. Amada couldn't look into the ash-gray eyes that were watching her closely. So I had to look the other way. Amada needs to calm down to consider more of the story, which she says is downright absurd.