Burnt For Her, Saved By Amnesia Novels & Stories

Over time, the housekeepers changed the way they treated me. Amelia pressed a hand to her forehead, overcome with regret over everything she had done. Just then, Jonathan cried out from outside the door, "Mom, please save Dad!" Hearing that title, she froze for a moment. Memories of the things she had done left her deeply unsettled. Amelia went to the police station despite everyone's attempts to stop her. She glared fiercely at Samuel, who was in custody. "The person who saved me and got drunk with me back then wasn't you, was it?"

"Yes, she could remember that their house was burned and they were all inside the house, but her memory remembered that it was only an accident, she couldn't remember what exactly happened that day, that it wasn't an accident but her father generated the fire. Their neighbors knew that clearly because her father shut the door when they were about to help them out. We couldn't understand why does she forget the past and the history she remembered was different! That day we decided to let a psychiatrist checked her conditions and we found out that she was suffering an amnesia, called " DISSOCIATIVE AMNESIA." Which means her amnesia wasn't because of any physical accidents but because Cassy, c

They were completely mumbled and mostly jumbled and slurred. “Do not tell me what we have to do. Right now, if you want to be taken seriously, you need to go back to your barracks room. I'm sure that the doctors and I can overlook everything that you've done in the past few minutes while you've been here screaming at this poor girl. Until we have the trace analysis of everything, we will not be discussing what we will be doing with her period; however, she still is under our medical care, and that means that she is welcome here. She hasn't tried to leave. She hasn't tried to do much of anything, from what I hear. You will not berate her without reason. So leave now.” Benton said, and it brok

“She is. That’s not her body. But it’s her memory.” The girl tilted her head. “I don’t want to be her. I want to be free.” “Then speak,” Amara said. “Of what?” “Of what you remember.” The girl’s lips trembled. “I remember fire. I remember betrayal. I remember a crown made of bone and a city buried under ash. I remember her face—your face—but not kind. Not gentle. Cold. Distant.” “I was different then,” Amara said. “You were always the flame. I was the water. You burned. I drowned.”

She fell on the couch and pressed her lips in thin line, "i was a medical ranger in the village and went to save people stuck in storm that day… we made it and saved a few survivor and one of them was Alexis. We found her in a critical condition, her body was burned and skin peeled out, and she required immediate medical attention. The wave of storm took everything from us and when we were back, we were forced to leave the destroyed village, in fact i lost my only family." "In the town, i volunteered to be a medical assistant in a hospital to save her life. However, she went into a coma and lost all of her past memories. It was difficult to locate her family, if they were alive. But one day,

But no matter how much I try, she's all that ravages my mind day and night. “This is fucked up, so fucked up.” I gulped down the wine in the glass at a go. I dropped the wine glass, causing a loud noise, and that spiked a memory I've been trying to forget for months. Countless nights of nightmare and guilt eating me up every day. I strode over to the window and looked down at the house just the way I looked down at his dying body with my gun in my hand. “Please, Damien. Take care of my daughter.” Moretti pleaded with blood spilling out of his mouth.

Knees buckled to the floor crashing into the cold, a rip in my chest, my throat burning, my eyes fixated on the face of the woman I love, the love of my life and epitome of my existence. The doctor walked to my corner, his arms stretched helping me on my feet as he lay a hand on my shoulder with a sad face. “She lost her memory. It's a very complicated case. Her mind is playing false tricks spun with few truths she remembers only what her mind translates to be good, her memory is flushing out triggers that hurt her in the past and I’m sorry to say Mr. Salvatore it deleted your memories. I don’t know how long this goes on or what she remembers or chose not to always remember to bring her week

My chest heaves, the data-drive clutched so tightly in my fist that the titanium edges are cutting into my palm, drawing a thin line of crimson that smokes against the metal. The white wall in my mind is still there, the frozen mist intact, but now there is a massive, gaping hole in the center of the ice. I still don't remember my childhood, and I don't remember the face of the woman I used to be. But I know the truth now. The amnesia wasn't an accident caused by the Pulse. It wasn't a curse from the northern elders. It was my own choice. I locked my own soul in a cage to keep them from stealing the flame.

my lies. He was terrified of what Tatiana herself might start to remember if she kept staring at that screen.I noticed the sudden, sharp shift in her expression. The way her eyes widened, tracking something invisible in the space between us. "Tatiana," I said softly, stepping closer. "What do you see? What do you remember?"She didn't answer me. She stared blankly into the crimson light, her breathing shallow as a fragmented, buried memory broke through the ice of her twenty-year amnesia.A long, concrete hallway choked with thick, yellow chemical smoke. The sound of heavy mechanical locks snapping shut one after another. A thick steel door with reinforced iron bars across a narrow viewing sl

5"> Chapter: Let the World Burn The letter arrived at dawn, delivered by a terrified scout who'd found it at the border tucked under a rock. Half the paper was burnt, edges charred black like someone had tried to destroy it but failed. Or like it had barely survived whatever journey brought it to this place. Carlos took it with shaking hands. Recognized Amelia's handwriting immediately despite the damage. Her script, hurried and desperate, some words obscured by fire but enough visible to piece together the message. Carlos, I'm alive. Held at Lars's estate. He's unstable, dangerous, worse than we thought. Confessed to murdering his own children. Plans to— The rest of that line was burnt away