Book About Amnesia Novels & Stories

For even if they’re really close friends, GD was still a bit gynophobic with all their bipolar-ism and his limited knowledge of them, so he wanted to tell her slowly. He started with a small question he hoped wouldn’t break her mind. “Before meeting Albert and Alexis and starting college, what was your life about?” This was unimaginable to her, but she never had the moment to sit down and think about those for a while; and she has a reason. “Have you forgotten? I have some form of amnesia; I can’t remember anything.” “But, you remembered the entire story of your college life?” “Yeah, I mean…that’s, uhm, different. Or is it?” As the clock struck 8, and the sun started to paint an orange horiz

I winced and pressed a palm on my forehead, my throat was suddenly feeling dry. “You said I had lost my memories, but I remember Alaric, Laziel, I remember everyone. The only thing I can't remember is how I got here and…” I blinked, tilting my head to the side. That's weird. There were gaps in the memories that I had. “You have selective amnesia. Your brain has chosen to forget the most traumatic moments of your life because of what had happened to you. You might be able to regain them slowly but sometimes, there are rare cases where the memory disappears completely.” The doctor informed me.

Only then did I let out a slow breath. I drove back to the office, replaying the day in my head. My phone vibrated on the desk, it was Richard. “How did it go? Anything to report?” I stared at the message for a second before typing back. “Amnesia is real. She doesn’t remember.” His reply came immediately. You’re certain? “Completely.” Three dots appeared. “Keep watching anyway.” Of course. I leaned back slightly, jaw tightening. Even now, it wasn’t enough.

Richard would add, with eyes shining at exactly the right degree to impress journalists when necessary. I never found it strange that none of those memories came with scent, texture, or any physical sensation attached. They were films projected on a wall, not something lived in the body. When I questioned that lack of visceral connection, Harvey was always there with the perfect explanation: “Amnesia is like that, darling. Some things come back, others don’t. What matters is what we’re building now.” “Now” meant Boston. The penthouse. The honeysuckle scent. Chopin. Good girl.

He offered him a seat and when rejected, coughed lightly and handed over to him her medical file. “Mr. Gray, ” He addressed as he made his attempt to retrieve his gaze from the handsome young man. “Did she have any past traumas before that is known off?” “Yes she did. Where are you heading to and what exactly are you trying to say?” Calven impatiently grumbled still frustrated with what the medical report displayed to him. “The accident affected the hippocampus of the brain leading to retrograde amnesia, in brief she means, she lost her entire past memory including those that occurred before the onset of the amnesia ”

She looked at Aurora and held her hands “ Aurora, what are you talking about? Why are you worried about Max when Mr. King is here? Aurora pulled her hands away and looked at the doctor with a stern look. “Who are these people?” Aurora was now getting confused and lost. The doctor looked at all of Aurora’s worried family and took them out of the room to let them know what was going on. “Amnesia, it's called Amnesia, according to the information her therapist gave us it's possible she is trying to protect herself but I think she failed and went back to the part she wanted to forget the moment.” The doctor explained to them.

A memory between Denise and I, We were intimate but she seemed wary of me. After long minutes of sitting there like a bozo I decided to call my new doctor to report it. He answers in one ring. “Hello Mr Williams”. “Hello doc.”. I skip the many formalities and report the incident to him. “Hmmm, I see”. He mutters. “Like in every other amnesia case, incidents, objects and people can bring a trigger that can make one regain memory forcefully or slowly. My theory is that your wife is the trigger. Being around her might help you remember some things, use this to your advantage. But don't force it if not it may lead to irreparable damage. Just let it flow”.

But I was giving it my all, fixing what I didn’t destroy. I took a deep breath, remembering why I was doing all this—a cure. “I know you’re angry that I left you alone through your most difficult time. But I’m here now, trying my best to make things right.” A sharp thud punctuated my words as he snapped the book shut. His eyes, darker than the abyss. “It’s ironic, isn’t it?” His voice, cold and acidic. “I’m the one suffering from amnesia, yet you’re the one who seems to have forgotten what our relationship was like.”

“However, we need to discuss the amnesia. Mia’s memory loss is significant. She doesn’t remember the past several months. She has fragments from before the pregnancy but most of her recent memories are gone.” “Will they come back?” Damien asked. His voice was rough. Like he’d swallowed glass. “We don’t know,” Dr. Patel said honestly. “Amnesia following head trauma is unpredictable. Sometimes memories return gradually over weeks or months. Sometimes they return all at once triggered by something specific. Sometimes they never return at all.” “What should we do?” Victoria asked.

“I don’t know how to explain it better than that.” He doesn’t need to. I understood it the moment he said it, because it makes a terrible, perfect sense, Dante going eight years in careful stillness and then one night he walks into a warehouse and finds a small boy with his own eyes and something in his brain decides, enough. Something decides to start returning. Which means it’s going to keep going. I’ve known this was always the shape of it. I’ve known since the beginning that the amnesia was borrowed time and not a solution. I have simply been very good, for a very long time, at not knowing it loudly.